The door was open behind them, with more light spilling in from the hallway; the figure standing in it was a slight, dark young man with a shoulder-length hair and a beard, very beautifully made up, tight skirt and heels like a girl going clubbing; he was Dionysos and all I remember after that was the dawning oh, shit look on the detectives' faces as he smiled.
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O my! I do love your unconscious.
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