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The Bone Soul-continued

‘Please sir. my husband is quite ill and I need your assistance.’ That melodic voice; where have a heard that before? Rising slowly I begin to try to put the pieces of the situation together, yet my sense of time and space is shattered as I lift the mask off my face and take notice of the male figure lying sprawled on a raised bed full of straw. Crimson fluid flowing from his nose that made his breathing whistle and pop, vomit covering his well-worn linen shirt and the  god awful stench of urine that reminds one of old folks homes.

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