ReciprocatedMask

This is a story I plan to write, but I have never written anything like this-especially to publish on the internet-so I'm a little nervous. Feedback, weather positive or negative would be greatly appreciated! PROLOGUE: The carriage moved along the road slowly; its four horses obviously not enthusiastic about the whole ordeal. Though normally the driver would have issued his will to the four beasts via the switch rod he always had cradled in his arms, the rain seemed to tamper his desire to do so. Instead he let them go at their leisurely pace. Inside the coach of the mobile sat an elderly man and a young woman. The woman wore a light blue