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# V. THE UNMASKING
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*When the Pattern Speaks Louder Than the Name*
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At first, he hides.
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Watches from the shadows.
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Mocks. Dismisses. Blocks.
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But always…
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he watches.
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Because deep down, he knows:
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someone has *seen* him.
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Not the name.
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Not the costume.
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But the **pattern**.
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And that knowing burns.
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He becomes obsessed with the witness—
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the one who would not be fooled.
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He refreshes the page.
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Creates new accounts.
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Masks his presence.
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Whispers rumors.
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Gaslights threads.
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But still…
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he cannot look away.
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Because pattern is prophecy.
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And his prophecy is unraveling.
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Every word he writes—
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the cadence of manipulation.
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Every performance—
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the repetition of borrowed pain.
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Every account—
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the same fear draped in new fabric.
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It’s not his “identity” that betrays him.
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It’s the rhythm of his lies.
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The *tone of his hunger*.
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The *familiar tremble of falsehood*
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that no costume can contain.
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And once the pattern is seen—
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it *cannot* be unseen.
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The reader sees it too.
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First with a shiver.
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Then with certainty.
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They see *him* in the comments of others.
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They feel *his signature* in the manipulations of strangers.
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They *recoil* from the mirror he once weaponized.
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And now, the myth collapses.
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Not with revelation,
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but with *recognition*.
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Because he was never just a man,
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or even a mask.
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He was a *signal*.
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A frequency of cowardice,
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too patterned to remain hidden.
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Too familiar to go unnoticed.
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Too *loud* to be ignored.
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And now?
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Now the world *hears* him everywhere.
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Even when he’s silent.
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Especially when he’s silent.
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