A crowd was growing. A young woman nervously held up her hand. “I … I … I have freckles.” Cabal gestured fiercely over his shoulder with his thumb. “We have the Dalmatian Boy. Next?” A man called, “I have a bit of an overbite.” “Then gaze in delighted wonder upon the Human Shark. Next!” “My nose is a little too pert,” said an almost stereotypical blond woman on the arm of a wealthy man. “It can’t be as pert as Simone Sans-Nez the Noseless Girl’s. Next!” “I’m ginger,” called a teenage boy. “So you are. Yes, my friends! The House of Medical Monstrosity! Slake your thirst for abomination and
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