THE STAIN THAT REMAINS

NURSE QUEENIE'S POV (Age 34, Year 1990)

"don't kill me. please."

The words were a muffled sob, echoing in a cold, metallic space. A man's voice, thick with terror. Why was he begging me? I jerk, confusion a rich haze. My hands are wet, smeared with something slick and binding—latex. I look dow...

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