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"Did you know autopsies have almost
ceased?" Abernathy said, arms covered
with blood.
"Is that a fact?" said his assistant.
"Yes." Abernathy said, shears crunching
through bone and muscle. "Pure
squeamishness, of course."
The assistant turned away. He never saw
the sprite rise from the corpse to
invade Abarnathy's brain.