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... ss as ever, concealed behind the white mask he always wore.

But strangely enough, the way he spoke often made people believe he was actually showing emotions.

It wasn’t something he had planned consciously—just a trick his body seemed to develop on its own.

Sometimes, his voice would come out soft and slow, laced with a faint sweetness that hinted at hidden warmth.

Other times, it would be slightly deeper, rougher, filled with weight or sharpness depending on the ...

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