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"You're not real," he whispered.

He looked at the stag. The stag looked back. Then it turned and walked through the wall, leaving a faint trail of hoofprints filled with something dark and sweet-smelling, like amaretto and decay. Hannibal Serie

The rain over Florence was a curtain of needles, each one stitching the grey sky to the terracotta rooftops. Will Graham stood at the window of his borrowed office, watching the water sluice down the gutters like blood thinning in a sink. He didn't see Florence. He saw the stag. "You're not real," he whispered