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The Faceless Man
He stares at me without eyes. Emotions hidden behind an unattainable mask. He stands there waiting. Waiting for me to do something, anything. It's all I can do to merely stare back. Trying to see any thoughts he may let show. I struggle to make a sound, to tell him to leave. He disappears, suddenly behind me. As I slowly turn to meet my end, one sound makes the very earth around me shake. Do you want to play again?
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