#81627 - The skin seemed like a whole, solid thing, but up close, at night, she saw that it was really millions of tiny pieces, fitted together in a way too subtle for the human eye. Soft kisses and gentle touches did nothing. “Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave, trying to animate lifeless clay?” -Mary Shelley, Frankenstein *** It started with the skin.
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