Faces in the street
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Arthur's occupation was stealing faces. Thankfully, those were in generous supply, streets being crowded as they were. He couldn't have said when this had started, but he knew for a fact he couldn't live without it. The very experience of putting on someone else's identity, no matter how shallow, was so rewarding that he would never again comply with having to look his own self.
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