Fools mask
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Last published Sun, Apr 19, 2020
The man's face was angular and defined; lips pale and full, sitting under a straight nose. His dark brows were graceful and arched, where below were eyes golden and mesmerising, unlike anything Hadrian had ever seen before. Moreover, they were framed by thick lashes that fanned like butterfly wings.
He was exotic looking no doubt--unusual to see as most of Escolar's population appeared Caucasian--with bronze skin complementing well with the cut of his outfit; a red ensemble that the Sects ordinary workers wore. Everything about him was neat and orderly, not even a sign of dirt smudged his outfit. But his smile was false and although his eyes were beautiful, they were cold and unfeeling.
Something about him unsettled Hadrian, and caused him to uneasily shift his eyes downwards. He reminded Hadrian of a jungle cat, from the way he walked so effortlessly. In his mind, Hadrian doubted that this man was anything but ordinary.
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Hadrian awakens to a new world so very different from his own where fantasy has become reality. Ultimately, however, his goal is to survive and live quietly and comfortably. Unfortunately, his path isn't set in stone, and meetings with various individuals serves to set him in a completely different direction.
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