Stroud Forscythe set the article aside as he looked over his own golden mask in his palms. "Clearly a man of some conviction... But in the grand scheme of things, nothing more than a straight razor amid an endless field of chaff...." He affixed the mask to his face, tightening the straps about his horns until they were taut. It was nearly time for his recital.
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