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She peeled back the sheet on the gurney. Nothing. She checked the woman in cold storage. Nothing.

Rebecca realized with a jolt of horror that the sigil wasn't on the bodies. It was etched into the palm of her own hand, glowing a bruised purple. The "free download" of her soul was complete; the mortuary wasn't her workplace anymore. It was her cage. She peeled back the sheet on the gurney

She grabbed her clipboard, her hands shaking so hard the pen skittered across the floor. She needed to identify the mark. Every demonic possession left a sign—a sigil hidden in the folds of skin or behind an eyelid. If she didn't find it and burn the right body before the shift ended, she wouldn’t be leaving through the front door. Nothing

"Just another night, Becky," she whispered, her breath hitching. The "free download" of her soul was complete;