If I took care to study the options delicately, it would be clear that both parties were guilty of infractions. I would like to be the hand to wield the Chinese key; the deliverance from a dark heavy fate. If the key is lost, there is only to fashion its likeness. Two wear a mask of iron, neither born to be so smooth and cold, neither proud of their results. I ask only to be forgiven for my clumsy fingers; the unintended contribution to your grief.
Stills: The Man in the Iron Mask (1939)
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