By the time the biopsy needle arrived, the city in the breast had already begun to argue with itself.
To the untrained eye, it was just tissue. Kind of pinkish, ordinary, and just humming with the quiet business of being alive. To the cells, it was a sprawling, bustling metropolis known simply as The Body. Signals flowed like traffic; hormones were whispered laws from distant governments; nutrients glittered through blood canals like cargo ships on crimson seas.
And somewhere near the edge of Milk Duct Ward, a single cell made a decision.
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