Thirteen Mutations
I was born with fourteen human traits. I have counted them. I have named them. I have watched them fall away one by one, like the stones of the old city crumbling into the rising waters, and I have kept a tally on the inside of my left forearm where the skin is still pale enough to hold ink. There are fourteen marks on my arm. One of them is a scar. The other thirteen are tallies, the kind that...
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