The Wistful Dinner

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The needle bites into the flesh, and you flinch, but the thread holds. It is not wool, nor silk, nor any fiber spun by human hands. It is skin. Pale, translucent, and warm, it pulses against your fingertips with a rhythm that matches your own terrified heartbeat. The sewing room is silent, save for the wet, tearing sound of the material resisting the needle. You are Elias, master tailor, and...

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