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whoever’s face that is. Even the moonlight falling from
behind me can’t reveal the unmoving portions of dead skin
that make up that wonderful mask you’ve constructed.
Although, as soon as you’re on the move again, you’ll turn
it around, revealing a face on both sides of your head. Am I
correct, Janus?”
The man laughed. “That’s the reason you’ve proven so
elusive! You’re a clever fox, indeed! Yes, you’ve guessed
correctly!” Still laughing, the masked killer finally turned to
face me. I stared into eyes as lethal as the dagger that swiftly
knocked aside my sister’s gleaming smile.

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