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... er on purpose.
A gold coin in the palm. Slide it into the slot on either side of the door. Take a mask. Walk in.
The reason was simple. No one wanted to wait. Neither did he.
Two hours passed. The doors sealed shut.
Latecomers came running anyway, breath ragged, sleeves flapping, only to stop short when they saw it.
The mask rack had vanished. The coin slots were gone too, not blocked or hidden, simply erased, as if the building had never accepted payment ...
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