"Salomé Álvarez was a women, like many, enslaved, defined, and enraptured by her own beauty..." The Surgeon: a man specialized in the artificial and the fleeting, knows his client's face like a textbook. He's agonized over it. Annotated its edges. Bled dye into the flesh of its pages... But you know what they say: beauty is only skin deep. Every two years, The Surgeon has granted her a different face. A different identity. Every two years, she arrives under a different name-- This short story explores the fate of too many faces. The deadly consequences. The tragedy when The Surgeon can't fix the layers rotting underneath.
