Marc Spector is in an asylum full of faces: haughty doctor, hostile orderlies, vacant-eyed patients. Or maybe those faces are actually just masks... If some of those masks hide friends, others may hide enemies, or worse...Gods and Monsters. The moon is out, the mask is on: it's time to escape--will Marc find a city full of sand, or something truly horrifying?
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