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instinct — they moved toward Ward 4. The hallway was wrong. It felt longer than it should've been. Like the building was stretching around them. Anya grabbed Trevor's arm. On the walls — both sides — were handprints. Dozens of them. Burned into the paint. Black and grey. Like ash. Small handprints.…

instinct — they moved toward Ward 4. The hallway was wrong. It felt longer than it should've been. Like the building was stretching around them. Anya grabbed Trevor's arm. On the walls — both sides — were handprints. Dozens of them. Burned into the paint. Black and grey. Like ash. Small handprints. Large handprints. Children's handprints. All pointing toward Ward 4. Marcus pushed the door open. Inside were four hospital beds. Four beds — already made. Already turned down. With four names written