That's when Erik awoke, his mask plastered to his face because of sweat. He had slept with it on his face again. Quickly, he dressed and rushed outside, nearly running into Picci.
"Where is she?" he nearly hissed. "Where is Celestine, my Shade?"
Picci cowered in his presence. "S-sir, what S-Shade do you speak of?"
He twisted his fingers together. "What's the date today, Picci?"
"May 6th, 1910, sir. Three years since you built the passages." The Phantom of the Opera shook. The whole thing was a lie. A terrible, cruel lie. It was just another delusion of the mind, his own trick.....
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The Phantom's Shade
FanficThe Phantom of the Opera has always trusted his Shade, but when they finally exchange proper greetings, will he play his famous tricks, or will the Shade trick the ultimate trickster?
