#DeathsTeaParty #excerpt

Standing in front of a mirror in his chambers, a deathly-pale skeletally-thin man looked at his reflection. Snapping his fingers, his flesh plumped and color returned to his cheek. Bright red curls appeared on his head. With the second snap, his robe changed into a sharp black suit that he had seen on the cover of a magazine in one hospital or another.

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