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It was a normal night at the carnival. I, as usual, had been drinking a bit too much and was noticeably intoxicated. I had been walking the festivals dressed in a tight fitting parti-striped dress and had a conical cap with bells upon my head. On that night I ran into my old friend Montresor. He greeted me with a smile and proceeded to tell me about his recent acquirement. He claimed to have come about a whole pipe of Amontillado! Can you believe that? A whole pipe in the middle of the carnival!

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He like me was doubtful about whether or not it was the real thing real. He quickly tried to leave saying that he was on his way to see Luchesi. “Luchesi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry!” I quickly exclaimed. At that point I persuaded him into taking me instead. He stubbornly tried to tell me that he didn’t want to impose and that it was in the best interest of my health not to come. The cask lay in his vaults where it was incredibly damp and overrun with nitre, which would be horrible for my cold. Despite that all I pushed on further and he finally agreed. He quickly slipped on a black mask and tied his coat tight… I foolishly thought nothing of it.

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As we headed towards the vaults Montresor grabbed two torches from the wall, keeping one for himself and handing the other to me. He led me further, down a winding staircase and into the catacombs of the Montresors. At that point I noticed the nitre that webbed its way across both walls. I then burst into a fit of coughing and was unable to speak for many minutes. “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! -- Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! -- Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! -- Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” When I finally regained the ability of speech I quickly dismissed the cough as nothing. “The cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough.” I said. Montresor then offered me a bottle of Medoc saying, “It would defend me from the damps”. We both drank from it, I to those buried around us and he to my long life. The arms of intoxication slowly engulfed me.

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As we proceeded down we continued to talk. And to drink. Not only did we finish the Medoc, I emptied an entire flagon of De Grave. I was now prisoner to the alcohol. Barely can I recall any of the events to come. I vaguely remember him leading me further down. We passed many arches and finally arrived at a deep crypt. Three of the crypt’s walls we lined with bones of human remains. On the fourth there was a small interior recess. Montresor led me into it saying “Proceed, herein is the Amontillado.” I stumbled in and found myself facing a granite wall. I stood there for a second in confusion.

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That is when Montresor chained me to the wall. Too surprised to even resist I stood there and watched him walk out of the recess. He then said “Pass your hand over the wall; you cannot help feeling the nitre. I must implore you to return. No? Then I must leave you.” “The Amontillado!” I cried. “True, the Amontillado,” he replied. Montresor left me there and soon returned with stone and mortar. Quickly he laid down the first tier of stone. He was to enclose me forever!

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About the time he laid the first stone the effects of the alcohol began to wear off. I let out a low moaning cry from the recess. He continued. Brick after brick, tier after tier he continued until he finished the fourth tier. I furiously fought against the chains. I struggled for what seemed like hours but was merely minutes. When I finally tired and stopped Montresor continued. I did not move until he finished the seventh tier. He held out the torch in my direction to get a look at me and I let out loud, shrill screams. At first I had started him, but then he began to scream along with me echoing each piercing scream I let loose in an attempt to drown me out. Eventually he continued the task at hand. When he placed the final stone partially into its final resting place I let out a great laugh and said “A very good joke indeed —an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo!” “The Amontillado!” he replied. I let out another laugh and said “Yes, the Amontillado, but is it not getting late? Will they not be waiting for us at the palazzo?” “Yes, let us be gone.” “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, MONTRESOR!” I screamed. He coolly answered “Yes, for the love of God!” I did not know what to say next, so I sat there silently.

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I heard Montresor cry out “Fortunato!” I chose not to answer. Again he called “Fortunato!” And once again I stood silent. I then saw a torch fall out of the final open space. It startled me and I moved causing the bells upon my head to jingle. He then completed the wall sealing my fate.

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For more than half a century not a single soul has disturbed my final resting place.

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It was a normal night at the carnival. I, as usual, had been drinking a bit too much and was noticeably intoxicated. I had been walking the festivals *dressed* in a **tight fitting parti-striped** dress and *had* a conical cap with bells upon my head. On that night I ran into my old friend ***Montresor. He*** greeted me with a smile and proceeded to tell me about his recent acquirement. He claimed to have +come about+ a whole pipe of Amontillado! Can you believe that? ++A whole pipe in the middle of the carnival!++

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*He like me* was doubtful about whether or not it was the real thing. He quickly tried to **leave saying** that he was on his way to see Luchesi. “Luchesi cannot tell Amontillado from ***Sherry!” I quickly exclaimed.*** At that point I persuaded him into taking me instead. He stubbornly tried to tell me that he didn’t want to impose upon my good nature and that it was in the best interest of my health not to come. The cask lay in his vaults where it was incredibly damp and overrun with nitre, which would be horrible +for my cold+. Despite that all, I pushed on further and he finally agreed. He quickly slipped on a black mask and tied his coat tightly… I foolishly thought nothing of it.

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As we headed towards the vaults Montresor grabbed two torches from the wall, keeping one for himself and handing the other to me. He led me further, down a winding staircase and into the catacombs of the Montresors.  At that point I noticed the nitre that webbed its way across both walls. I then burst into a fit of coughing and was unable to speak for many minutes. “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! -- Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! -- Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! -- Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” When I finally regained the ability to speak I quickly dismissed the cough as nothing. “The cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough.” I said. Montresor then offered me a bottle of Medoc saying, “It would defend me from the damps”. We both drank from it, I to those buried around us and he to my long life. The arms of intoxication slowly engulfed me.

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As we proceeded down we continued to talk. And to drink. Not only did we finish the Medoc, but I also emptied an entire flagon of De Grave. I was now prisoner to the alcohol. Barely can I recall any of the events to come. I vaguely remember him leading me further down. We passed many arches and finally arrived at a deep crypt. Three of the crypt’s walls we lined with the bones of human remains. On the fourth there was a small interior recess. Montresor led me into it saying “Proceed, herein is the Amontillado.” I stumbled in and found myself facing a granite wall. I stood there for a second in confusion.

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That is when Montresor chained me to the wall. Too surprised to even resist, I stood there and watched him walk out of the recess. He then said “Pass your hand over the wall; you cannot help feeling the nitre. I must implore you to return. No? Then I must leave you.” “The Amontillado!” I cried. “True, the Amontillado,” he replied. Montresor left me there and soon returned with stone and mortar. He laid down the first tier of stone. He was to enclose me forever!

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About the time he laid the first stone the effects of the alcohol began to wear off. I let out a low moaning cry from the recess. He continued. Brick after brick, tier after tier, he continued until he finished the fourth tier. I furiously fought against the chains. I struggled for what seemed like hours but was merely minutes. When I finally tired and stopped, Montresor continued. I did not move until he finished the seventh tier. He held out the torch in my direction to get a look at me and I let out loud, shrill screams. At first I startled him, but then he began to scream along with me, echoing each piercing scream I let loose in an attempt to drown me out. Eventually he continued the task at hand. When he placed the final stone partially into its final resting place I let out a great laugh and said “A very good joke indeed —an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo!” “The Amontillado!” he replied. I let out another laugh and said “Yes, the Amontillado, but is it not getting late? Will they not be waiting for us at the palazzo?” “Yes, let us be gone.” “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, MONTRESOR!” I screamed. He coolly answered “Yes, for the love of God!” I did not know what to say next, so I sat there silently.
I heard Montresor cry out “Fortunato!” I chose not to answer. Again he called “Fortunato!” And once again I stood silent. I then saw the torch fall out of the open space. It startled me and I moved causing the bells upon my head to jingle. He then completed the wall, sealing my fate.

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For more than half a century not a single soul has disturbed my resting place.