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Elene brushed her fingers over the cold metal. It was a beautiful golden mask adorned with meticulously crafted filigree, forming an elegant pattern of swirls and tendrils that weaved together into a piece of art. Delicate but impressive, it had velvet on the interior to be comfortable for the wearer. Elene knew the work of a master when she saw one. However, the feeling it gave her by simply holding it was what impressed her the most. A feeling of safety. Something she’d felt just once since she’d been in the South. Her gaze snapped back at Forrest, who was helping Ximena into the car, but had his brow c****d at her as if asking — what are you waiting for? The Princess carefully placed the mask on her face, dropping the hood of her jacket to adjust the ties. This was the object Salome