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... ept his tools. Dust drifted lazily in the lantern light. On the workbench lay the resin-coated gloves, stiff and dark, their surface slightly glossy like hardened sap. He picked one up and tested the texture between his fingers. It felt tacky, almost alive, meant to cling to wooden beams and the smooth balcony rail.
He slid his hands into them, flexing his fingers. The material tightened around his skin, gripping just enough to assure him it would hold his weight. As he curled and uncurl ...
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