THE MASK OF TORAH
Startled as I stood, it drew closer to me with its gaseous breath that reeked like hell. I sought to grab something but it was too late for it lifted its hands to smash me with one deadly move. I shut my eyes tightly and clenched my teeth in wait but after a last growl, there was silence in the absolute. I looked down and saw the mask at my feet. The ghost had varnished and Jope was standing right there in its place almost breathlessly. “Let’s go home,” he muttered and supported himself on my shoulders.
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