The Underworld Mask Maker: I Gave the King of Hell a New Face

When I was ten, my father cut off the thinnest finger on my hand. He said that those of us who make faces must keep our hands and feet clean. An extra finger was the cursed embodiment of a devil, the resentment of a wronged soul. And those who make faces are sorcerers who reshape the faces for the next life of those punished in hell by having their tongues hooked out and their skin flayed, along the path of yin and yang reincarnation. The story begins on the day my finger was cut off...