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Death Masks

Ten hours later, I put down the excavating pick and glowered at the two-foot hole I had chipped in my lab’s concrete floor. The whispering in my head had segued into "Sympathy for the Devil" by the Stones.

"Harry," whispered a gentle voice.

I dropped the coin into the hole. I slipped a steel ring about three inches across around it. I muttered to myself and willed energy into the ring. The whispering abruptly cut off.

I dumped two buckets of cement into the hole and smoothed it until it was level with the rest of my floor. After that, I hurried out of the lab and shut the door behind me.

Mister came over to demand attention. I settled on the couch, and he jumped up to sprawl on his back over my legs. I petted him and stared at Shiro’s cane, resting in the corner.

"He said that I must live in a world of greys. To trust my heart." I rubbed Mister’s favorite spot, behind his right ear, and he purred in approval. Mister, at least for the moment, agreed that my heart was in the right place. But it’s possible he wasn’t being objective.

After a while, I picked up Shiro’s cane and stared down at the smooth old wood. Fidelacchius’s power whispered against my fingertips. There was a single Japanese character carved into the sheath. When I asked Bob, he told me that it read, simply, Faith.

It isn’t good to hold on too hard to the past. You can’t spend your whole life looking back. Not even when you can’t see what lies ahead. All you can do is keep on keeping on, and try to believe that tomorrow will be what it should be-even if it isn’t what you expected.

I took Susan’s picture down. I put the postcards in a brown envelope. I picked up the jewel box that held the dinky engagement ring I’d offered her, and that she’d turned down. Then I put them all away in my closet.

I laid the old man’s cane on my fireplace mantel.

Maybe some things just aren’t meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste.

Me and Susan.

But tomorrow was another day.

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