“He turned away from Mark’s terrible breath, narrowly avoiding a bite to the face, and dug his thumb into Mark’s left eye socket. He pushed as hard as could until he heard a pop and milky vitreous fluid spilled over his hand.”
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Belinda Frisch,
Cure
“He laid the disfigured infant in the bassinette and checked for a pulse. It was still and silent, half-digested, as if by acid, and its skin slipped from its tiny bones. The intern sighed. “Another one dead.”
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Belinda Frisch,
Cure
