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"You look just like your grandmother did the night she disappeared," Maman said, her voice a dry rasp.

She leaned down and kissed Maman’s withered cheek. "Keep the tea warm," Elena whispered. "The chair will be empty, but only for a little while." on antifaz y guantes sentada en una silla maman...

As she slipped out into the night, the only thing left in the room was the steady, haunting rhythm of the knitting needles, counting down the seconds until the mask would finally come off. "You look just like your grandmother did the