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“Is the mask magic?" he demanded with sudden, passionate interest. "Yes." I bowed my head, so that our eyes no longer met. "I made it magic to keep you safe. The mask is your friend, Erik. As long as you wear it, no mirror can ever show you the face again." He was silent then and when I showed him the new mask he accepted it without question and put it on hastily with his clumsy, bandaged fingers. But when I stood up to go, he reacted with panic and clutched at my grown. "Don't go! Don't leave me here in the dark." "You are not in the dark," I said patiently. "Look, I have left the candle ..." But I knew, as I looked at him, that it would have made no difference if I had left him fifty candles. The darkness he feared was in his own mind and there was no light in the universe powerful enough to take that darkness from him. With a sigh of resignation I sat back on the bed and began to sing softly; and before I had finished the first verse, he was asleep. The bandages on his hands and wrists showed white and eerie in the candle-light, as I eased my skirts from his grasp. I knew that Marie was right. Physically and mentally, I had scarred him for life.”

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Book:Phantom
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Phantom

In this gripping narrative, the protagonist encounters a series of enigmatic events that challenge their resolve and test their limits. The story unfolds in a suspenseful atmosphere, keeping readers on the edge of their seats as they navigate through a world of danger and intrigue. more

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Susan Kay
Susan Kay

Born in 1952, Susan Kay is a talented writer whose works span various literary genres. She is known for her profound insights and rich imagination. more

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