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someone who will change the world, one person at a time.
Will you gentlemen please follow me?”
We were immediately seized upon by the nearby Wigs.
Neither of us resisted their efforts, as we were now more
curious than alarmed. We allowed the throng to usher us into
the darkness, the Lord of Lollipops in the lead. My fellow
Wolf smiled—for the moment, at least, we were a team.
Stark points of pallidity marched through the secret places
of the lurching structure, revealing passages quite possibly
unknown to even its latest renter and my current ally against
the White Wigs, Mister Hide. He floated head and shoulders
above the milling lunatics, his bust a chiseled ode to strength
and discipline as it glided upon the tussled mass of white
clouds. The master skinner must have been in his purest glory,
surrounded as he was by so many appropriately upholstered
individuals. Occasionally smirking at me, my fellow Wolf
seemed content to see this next chapter in our contest to
some measure of conclusion, barring some overt attempt on
his or my life, of course. Neither of us would tolerate the
creatures attempting to steal our respective thunder—he and
I would be felled only by the other, no exceptions.
The passage widened, revealing a large multi-roomed
laboratory—a highly articulate complex filled with dated
scientific standards, admitting to atrocities most commonly
found in the old Wasting Houses. Most notably, forced
human experimentation. Counting lunatics for guinea pigs
had always been a staple of simple human depravity, and
while science had enjoyed some success at covering up
its sadism beneath the laundered linens of modernism, its
motives were no less primitive for the sophistication of the
attempt.
The rooms continued to bloom in the widening darkness,
extolling the vices and devices of unbridled scientific
debauchery—technologies born of poisoned curiosity,
assembled in the shadow of morality, where wickedness
pretends at progress. However, a more recent calculi of
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