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Genna pulled her hood back, letting her hair fall across her shoulders. She breathed deep, and a dart of fear ran down her spine.
But nobody would recognise her. The mask might not stand up to close inspection, but from across a couple of tables it was fine. She was lucky that, despite the destruction of his body-mask workshops, Shorack still had enough equipment—and, more importantly, competent technicians—to make a good mask.
Jimny came over to her table, beaming. For a moment she thought of pulling him up on that, of making it obvious that he knew her. But then she reminded herself that he greeted everyone with a smile. As far as Jimny was concerned, if you were in his cafe, then you were a friend.
“Good morning, good morning,” he said, laying down some cutlery and a na
