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The humming of the lights intensified, rising to a piercing shriek. Raymond backed away, hitting the cold brick wall. From the shadows of the embalming room’s corner, a shape began to unfold. It wasn't the old woman. It was something taller, stitched together from the memories of a dozen different "guests" he had seen that week.

The creature stepped into the light. It wore the woman’s face, but the eyes were hollow pits of shifting tar. It held out the missing trocar. Download gratuito dell'assistente mortuario (v1...

It didn't come from the hallway. It came from inside the body cavity. The humming of the lights intensified, rising to

It mimicked Delacroix’s voice, a wet, sandpaper rasp: "You forgot to check the jaw, Raymond." It wasn't the old woman

"The work isn't done," it hissed. "And I'm still full of air."

Raymond froze. He pulled his hands back, his heart hammering against his ribs. The woman’s chest stayed still. No breath. No pulse. Just the cold, grey reality of death. He told himself it was trapped gases—a natural, if unsettling, part of the process.