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"Password?"

He walked home. The city was asleep. The windows were all dark. But now he knew: behind every dark window, someone else was also just returning, also feeling the phantom weight of a second mask they'd only just learned to see.

He recognized no one. That was the point. eye wide shut

He looked. A man in a black mask wept silently. A woman touched her own throat as if checking for a pulse. In the corner, someone held a mask in both hands — the mask he'd arrived wearing — and slowly, without ceremony, put it on over the first.

He felt his own face — his real face, or what he'd thought was real — begin to prickle. Not with fear. With recognition. "Password

He whispered it. The slot closed. Bolts turned.

Outside, later, the rain had stopped. He stood under a working streetlamp, watching his breath cloud. He still wore his mask. He wasn't sure anymore which side was the inside. But now he knew: behind every dark window,

"That's the second mask," the woman said. "The one that admits you were already wearing one."