Body.

We all go to the hospital to die. I’m acutely aware of that as they cut away my skin. I feel as if I should not be awake, but I can’t help but watch the reforging. Molten iron bubbling up in pools of red, wiped away by hasty hands.
That’s not my body… yet.

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