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CHAPTER 26 When the Mask Returns
Author: CreativeMind
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Night did not fall gently.

It gathered.

Slowly. Deliberately.

As if the sky itself was preparing for something it could no longer hold back.

Omogun stood alone at the edge of the old quarry outside the city.

The ground there was broken—scarred by years of digging, abandoned when it no longer gave what men wanted.

Now, it offered something else.

Silence.

He preferred it.

No voices.

No questions.

No expectations.

Only himself.

The mask lay in his hand.

Dark.

Still.

Waiting.

He had not worn it sin
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