CHAPTER 137

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We are in the white room again. There are five masks on the wall; bronze, copper, crystal, gold and wood. I stand in silence waiting for a still infuriated Fantum to make the first move.

"These are deific masks," she begins, her tone more thunderous than usual. "Put one on that you're not ready for and it will grind you to bits. You only get three chances to choose wrong. The fourth time will kill you where you stand. But get it right and you'll get out of here safe. You'll live to fight another day. Understood?"

"Yes," I reply, too weak for her tennis match.

"Well, get to it then. I'd like to finish in time for my daily game of 'bully the humans'."

Again I refuse to hit the ball. Instead, I move towards the wall wondering what snares she has laid out for me this time. I look up at her using the thought technique to ask if there's any specific order.

"Ugh! Don't do that!" she says aloud. "What makes you think I want to communicate like that with any puny human?"

"I just thought."

She cuts me off. "Stop thinking! Just pick one! I really don't care."

"At least give me a hint. You know; to avoid picking the wrong one."

"The quicker you die the better."

I hit the ball back at her. "Not if I find a way to kill you first." 

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