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Matthew’s violet eyes looked around, walking around the masquerade in his maple-leaf themed dress. Behind his pure white domino mask, anyone could be the very ghost that stalked his dreams, his nightmares, and his waking hours. He often looked up, as if fearing something from above. The Opera House was in full revelry for the new year but Matthew couldn’t help but feel that something was to go wrong tonight.