Prologue: Cinderello

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The fireworks bloom above us, into the dark glittered sky.

It's time to unmask him.

His hoarse voice breaks the thin cold night air.

"You can't..." he said. "I must go."

His grasp on my waist vanish and he flee, running and running. I run after him but he was gone.

All that remained here was his shoe.

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