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The Costume

Like moulted skin, Kaelin’s discarded costume lay on the floor. His reflection in the mirror held no resemblance to the ‘WANTED’ posters.
The Costume
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Like moulted skin, Kaelin’s discarded costume lay on the floor. His reflection in the mirror held no resemblance to the ‘WANTED’ posters. With a predatory smile stretched across his face, he muttered to himself, “Tomorrow – new wanted images, painted by a more accomplished hand. New victims. New stories of terror.

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