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The Winter Tyrant - Chapter 17: Necropolis
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... ling the latex from her skin and dropping them into the waste bin beside the operating table.
The mask followed, damp with her breath and streaked faintly at the edges where sweat had dried.
She scrubbed in at the sink without speaking. The soap dispenser wheezed weakly. Only a thin ribbon of diluted foam slid into her palm. No resupply had arrived in three days. And yet, she washed anyway.
Behind her, the body on the table lay still beneath a stiffening sheet.
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