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The Stag was older, sadder. Its antlers branched into impossible geometries, and when Eli wore it, he felt the weight of deep woods, of rutting season, of something ancient watching from the treeline. He wept once, unexpectedly, the mask’s cardboard snout damp with tears. You’ve forgotten what you’re grieving , the Stag seemed to say. Remember.

He wore the wolf for three hours. Took it off. Stared at the ceiling. Then opened The Ram . Wintercroft mask collection

And for the first time in longer than he could remember, Eli believed her. The Stag was older, sadder

“The last one,” Eli said.

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