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Nine
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…
ten
…
eleven
…
Suddenly
,
belatedly
,
it
came
to
her
.
She
turned
back
clumsily
for
the
stairs
,
knowing
already
she
was
too
late
.
But
how
could
she
have
known
?
Twelve
.
All
the
lights
in
the
ballroom
went
on
.
There
was
a
huge
,
shrieking
flourish
of
brass
.
Wendy
screamed
aloud
,
the
sound
of
her
cry
insignificant
against
the
blare
issuing
from
those
brazen
lungs
.
"
Unmask
!
"
the
cry
echoed
.
"
Unmask
!
Unmask
!
"
Then
they
faded
,
as
if
down
a
long
corridor
of
time
,
leaving
her
alone
again
.
No
,
not
alone
.
She
turned
and
he
was
coming
for
her
.
