"That's the second mask," the woman said. "The one that admits you were already wearing one."
A woman in a silver mask approached. Her dress was deep blue, like the hour between dusk and dark. "You came," she said. eye wide shut
The taxi dropped him at the edge of the old quarter, where the streetlights gave up. He walked the last block alone, over cobbles slick with recent rain, past shuttered windows that seemed to breathe. "That's the second mask," the woman said