When the fluorescent lights went out the morgue took on a supernatural atmosphere. Cold metal slabs absorbed the dim blue emergency lights and reflected the appearance of the death that so often lay upon them.

An exit sign bathed the wall containers in red. The bodies locked inside remained silent—the same silence that would follow them to their graves. But not all was quiet. For one body let out a near inaudible groan.

If the groan had occurred only ten minutes earlier, the man might’ve been saved. Instead, the silence was destined to take him forever. Such is fate.

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