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The Museum Mask "Aaand this my intrepid explorers, is the very last exhibit in our gallery." Jeni's ear pricked up at the words. She checked her watch, the guide was right on cue, like always. She bridled her belt, hoisting up the radio, cuffs and her other security guard garb and strolled as casually as she could towards the glass case placed on a marble plinth in the centre of the room. The museum guide, only a few years graduated herself, smiled at Jeni as she drifted backwards, still facing the group. A few members of the incoming tour group made eye contact with her, if anything it only heightening their anticipation as they shuffled towards the artefact, unlocking their phones, and readying their cameras in advance. "The Mask of Huli Jing" the guide announced with reverence. Jeni propped herself against a nearby column and looked on at the prized piece she knew intimately well. It was a fairly rudimentary object. Wooden, connected down between the eyes by a centimetre of