At 3:17 A.M., I was completely alone in the morgue when something beneath the white sheet suddenly caught my eye…

especially in the lower level where the morgue was kept, everything felt different. The lights were colder there. The air smelled faintly of bleach and metal. Even the clock on the wall seemed louder than it should have been.

That night, I was alone except for the sound of the refrigerator units and the quiet tapping of my pen on intake forms.

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