I scooped out soft buttery tissue and ligaments before my body had a chance to rot.
I noticed the air. I could almost taste the sweet clay; my hunger had been breached.
A liter of pus landed near a broken tangled cord, at the base of my neck. Cadavers that couldn't be fixed were placed on wooden benches, and their toe tags removed.
Gør som tusindvis af andre bogelskere
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