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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[serialskiller]

“I will see you then.”

It nods slightly. “If the hand is still in bad shape then, I may suggest the infirmary again. But go be alone, it helps.”

[crushed_pearls]

"I don't scar when I heal," Erin murmurs. She might not even be aware that she's talking. "He wanted me to know that I couldn't die."

She goes, taking the towel with her. A thin puddle of blood is left behind.