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    “Today brought some answers,” he muttered. “But Austen’s death… that was sessfully buried.”


    He nced at Faceless’s phone.


    The screen lit up. It was a message from “Enchantress.” She promised a surprise.


    “Interesting…” he breathed, giving the thought a voice.


    Suddenly, a knock echoed at the door.


    The man smirked and walked over.


    Standing outside was Raegan—the organization’s deputy leader.


    “I never thought you’d show up right now. Don’t you fear someone might catch sight of you?” The man smiled faintly, stepped aside to let Raegan into the room, then closed and locked the door behind her.


    “If I feared that, I wouldn’t havee.” Raegan picked up the walnut mask from the table and tossed it to him. “I still prefer you as ‘Walnut.’”


    She met his unwavering smile and spoke his true title and name aloud. “Seventh Seat—the Imitator—Ss Court.”


    Ss lifted his gaze slightly and gave a small bow. “At your service, my lovely deputy leader.”


    Raegan’s lips curved. “You’ve been performing well. From now on, I want you to keep ying the part of someone who raises objections.”


    “As youmand,” Ss replied in a low tone.


    He paused, then added, “I’ll continue impersonating the ‘Fourth Seat’ and ‘Walnut.’ If you need me to be anyone else, just say the word.”


    Raegan stepped closer. “No wonder they call you an award-winning actor—you slip into any role with ease. But beneath all those masks… what does the real you even look like?”


    “I couldn’t tell you,” Ss said, spreading his hands. “When I live inside a character too long, I start to forget who I am.”


    “Oh yeah?” Raegan arched a brow. “Then don’t go forgetting you’re not actually some new recruit to the organization.” Her eyes drifted to the walnut mask. “And wooden masks don’t suit you anyway.”


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    “That’s a pity,” Ss said. “I’ve rather grown fond of it.”


    He thought back over the past few days and found the experience oddly refreshing. It had been years since he’d yed such a minor role—there was something newly nostalgic about it.


    Sure enough, every time Raegan summoned him, something interesting always followed.


    “I’m just reminding you,” Raegan said, flicking her hair back, “don’t lose yourself in the act.” She nced at her watch. “You’ve got twenty minutes to prepare. Then you’reing with me to meet someone.”


    “That soon?” Ss looked up. “Who do I need to impersonate?”


    “Yourself,” Raegan answered.


    A ck stretch Lincoln came to a stop at the entrance of the Cooper Group.


    Staff hurried forward, lining both sides of the red carpet to wee the internationally acimed actor, Ss Court.


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