Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/76/en

The surgeon lifted a black mask from a rolling desk. It held the mask as if to display it for a moment, Thomas rolled his eyes back to get a good look at it. A broad brow and a thick muzzle set it apart from the gracile nurses’ features, but apart from the round rebreathers on either side of the snout and the round, opaque lenses for eyes, it had the same simplified, regressive form as the nurses. It was a face without details.