The Ivory Nightmare

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(Story content: approx 1200 words) [Act I: The Pale Architecture] The forest was a tapestry of grey mists and weeping willows. I was a spire of polished ivory, a jagged tooth of bone rising from the loam. I did not want to lead; I wanted to curate. I saw the primitive tribes as raw clay, and I decided to shape them into a living work of art. I whispered the secrets of symmetry and the...

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