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“Then explain.”
He sighed.
“My family has been doing this for generations.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“The carnival.”
I didn’t say anything.
“The mask are part of it. They’re passed down.”
My stomach tightened.
“Passed down?”
“Yeah.”
“So….”
I swallowed.
“How many are there?”
“Two.”
My heart stopped.
Two.
“Are you sure nobody else has one?”
“I’m sure. Unless someone took Sullivan’s while he’s locked up.”
I rubbed my forehead.
“Well someone is wearing it.”
“Could you see his face?”
“No.”
“Raven listen.”
“What?”
I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“If someone is wearing one of our masks, stay away from him.”
My stomach twisted.
“Could you have someone here?”
“What?”
