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Life was suddenly even more complicated, and I'd no way of knowing whether they were openers or closers.

And she was gone amid shadows. As it should be.

I went back downstairs, then passed through the library, smelling its musty volumes and incense, spices, herbs, and other interesting matters, on my way to the parlor, whence I stared out the window at the day. Watching, of course. That is my job.

"What's going on at the end of the month?"
"Weird stuff," I said. "A little specialized craziness."