Masks
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- Parts 4
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, May 11, 2017
You see a shop; and you're invited in by a choir of voices.
You enter and see it's full of masks; and under every one of them, there is a name. As you touch the first one, you can hear the song around you; it's telling the tale of the mask and the person who made it.
Will you listen?
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