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... spoon on either side of my head.
“Why is there a mirror on the ceiling?” I asked.
“Ask someone sane.” Nurse de Rollo replied. “My answer is because the doctor wants one there.”
It wasn’t comforting, to see the apparatus, to that heads literally as hard as rocks had been broken open by the slow turning of levers.
My head was not shaped like those of the dwarves; the device pinched the sides of my snout. It pinched the gums and pressed upon teeth. I could taste blo ...
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