Tribulation

“Attucks,” he said. “My name is Attucks.”

I looked around. In a bed. Small room, concrete walls. Medical equipment. IV drip into my arm. I saw the bandages. My arm was too short. No fingers.

I looked down and saw what remained of my body.

I started screaming.

He reached over and increased the drip.

I blacked out.

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