Dead Emerald
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Última publicación mié, jun 5, 2019
A pale glow surrounded the dark, night shrouded world around the invading shovel as it penetrated the plot below and the man controlling it hummed a tune as he worked.
Business was booming in the market of medical school cadavers during the nineteenth century. Schools dedicated to the study of medicine were cropping up all over Europe and the United States, but there was a problem: there weren't enough bodies for students to use in school. But modern problems require modern solutions and one haunting solution was body snatching, of course.
This is the horrifying story of one body snatcher who went to make another killer pay load only to find something else entirely.
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