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crossbar, and the swings themselves, and the children swinging, little
girls with blowing hair, and I could hear them laughing. I looked up,
dazed, at the stained-glass windows of the chapel.
The children were gone. The courtyard was empty. My palace
now. She'd cut all ties. She was long gone to her great, great
victory.
I walked a long time down St. Charles Avenue.
I walked under oaks I knew, on old pavements and stretches of
brick, past houses new and old, and on across Jackson Avenue into
the curious mix of taverns and neon signs, of boarded-up buildings
and ruined houses and fancy shops, the garish waste that stretches to
downtown.
I came to an empty store that had once sold expensive automobiles.
For fifty years, they'd sold those fancy cars in this place, and
now it was a big, hollow room with glass walls. I could see my
reflection perfectly in the glass. My preternatural vision was mine again,
flawless, with both blue eyes.
And I saw myself.
I want you to see me now. I want you to look at me, as I present
myself, and as I swear to this tale, as I swear on every word of it, from
my heart.
I am the Vampire Lestat. This is what I saw. This is what I heard.
This is what I know! This is all I know.
Believe in me, in my words, in what I have said and what has been
written down.
I am here, still, the hero of my own dreams, and let me please keep
my place in yours.
I am the Vampire Lestat.
Let me pass now from fiction into legend.
THE END
9:43 February 28, 1994
Adieu, mm amour
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