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Emily

They came with grins of deranged children, and she was a cold spread on the slab before them without the burden of indignity— something to be dissected, examined, recorded, and abandoned. Her face held no expression of such generosity, but what does it matter now anyway?

Story by:

Zari Nzinga

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22 July 2013