Start-to-finish stories that won’t leave you on a cliff-hanging, promise 😉
Midnight. Maybe a little past it, I haven’t checked the time. I forget, I forget so very much. Right now, the only thing that refuses to be forgotten is the stinging smell of formaldehyde piercing my nose. Yes, I’m in a morgue, I’m sure of that much. But nearly everything else I know ends there.…