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I staggered back, crashing into a table and sending a chair clattering to the floor. My chest tightened, my vision blurred. I was going to be sick.
The body hung like a grotesque piece of art in the center of the cafeteria. A girl, barely older than me. A feral. Her eyes were wide open in horror, her mouth still agape mid-scream. Her body was strung up naked, arms spread like wings, ribs cracked wide and pried open as if someone had tried to tear her heart out. Blood paint ...
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