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June 30, 2020
She has become a ghost.
Her breath comes heavy in her own ears, encased in the mask of her forefathers. It has not come off in weeks. She dares not remove it for fear of discovery, so she sleeps in it.
This place has opened her eyes, shown her the power that the masks are capable of, shown her what magic really is.
What was once done with fear and loathing is now habit, friend, and ally.
Weeks, now, and she has mapped the dark reaches of their fortress, found a suitable corner to pierce the hardened shell of their borders.
It takes hard hours to prepare the machine, many more to craft the spell. When it is ready, she waits until the quiet hours that pass for night and set it working.
The node sparks with intensity, the current of magic running through it first exaggerating and then generating the spell work necessary to fulfill its purpose and maintain its secrecy.
She feels it glow alive, align and connect to the network of nodes she had built far beyond in the weeks prior to infiltration. Satisfied with her work, she flees the place, heading deeper, into safer recesses. The mental review of her targets list begins immediately.
She brushes her red hair out of the eye openings and scuttles away.
Unheard. Unseen. Like a ghost.
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