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"No," she agreed. "Pleasure is easy. This is about looking at what you hide from yourself."

The invitation had arrived three days ago — no return address, just a crimson wax seal he'd broken with his thumb. You are invited to see clearly.

"I knew you were hungry."

He whispered it. The slot closed. Bolts turned.

The ballroom was a drowned cathedral. Chandeliers hung like frozen chandeliers of ice. Every guest wore a mask — some ornate, some plain, all covering the upper face. Women in gowns that whispered of another century. Men in tailcoats or uniform jackets. No one spoke above a murmur. eye wide shut

He recognized no one. That was the point.

He looked. A man in a black mask wept silently. A woman touched her own throat as if checking for a pulse. In the corner, someone held a mask in both hands — the mask he'd arrived wearing — and slowly, without ceremony, put it on over the first. "No," she agreed

Inside, the air was thick with incense and something older — beeswax, velvet, the ghost of perfume. A corridor led him past mirrors draped in black cloth. He caught his own reflection in a gap: still himself, but already less.