A face. “By the lords,” I exclaim. “What is that?” “It’s . . . you,” Kodiak whispers. “Don’t be ridiculous,” I say. All the same, my hair stands on end as I look closer. It’s a body wrapped in polycarb, sealed in its juices, mouth open and eyes sunken and closed. It is the exact size of me. Without Kodiak’s steady presence, I might have run screaming away. But he’s clearly been staring at this thing for a while and doesn’t show any sign of fear. Just horror.
What the fuck.
