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The Cask of Amontilladoby Edgar Allen PoeThe thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I bestcould, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, whoso well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, thatI gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged;this was a point definitely settledbut the very definitivenesswith which it was resolved, precluded the idea of risk. I must notonly punish, but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed whenretribution overt