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“I warn you before I turn; I wear a mask.” The King speaks calmly, the timbre of his voice smooth, rich, and unwavering.
He turns slowly, the silver of his commanding mask glinting in the light. Behind the mask, a pair of blue eyes: the left as clear as a crystal, the right cloudy and bloodshot framed by a marred, disfigured eyelid.
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