/lit/ - Literature

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She arose and took deep gulps of air as she glared at the man. Most of the features that made their way across his face were showing fear, more appropriate than the dumb confusion and anger that flickered across. She reached into her sleeve and pulled out a small key. He took a step back, horror filling him at the sight. She knew the shock would only keep him frozen for a moment, so she ran to the other side of the room, ignoring the stocking that slid down her leg with each step in a most improper manner.
She stuck the key into the lock, and knew the faceless man was too late to stop her as he began towards her. She threw open the cupboard door, revealing the mirror within, splotched and dotted with age. "No more hiding. No more stealing the faces of the dead for your collection. You must decide who you are. Now." she said grimly. The faceless man stopped in his tracks, the three faces that had been lazing on him shocked. And he screamed.