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(21) The Almost
Rogan “Can you breathe?” Miranda says. She touches my chest that doesn’t feel like my chest at all. The prosthetics didn’t only give me feathers and scales, which I haven’t seen a dragon with feathers before, but it gave me a second skin. I could only feel the heat of her palm “Yes” I say. The reflection in my mirror is…different. My face looks more elven now with hard dragon silver scales on my face and they made my cheekbones more prominent and a larger nose with a bump on the bridge. My lips look thinner and my forehead is covered with a headband filled with silver feathers that are slicked back on to the direction of my hair. She left my dark hair be but added some liquid that made it look like a wig rather than my real hair. It shines on every movement and Miranda was careful a
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