<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Falling asleep.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> "Accident?" you ask, your curiosity getting the best of you.

"Well... not so much of an accident as an incident. I was fired, you see. Some claims of malpractice."

"But they weren't true... were they?" you ask, and as the words leave your mouth, your vision begins to blur around the edges. The old lady's paper-thin lips stretch into a wicked smile, and she lets out a laugh that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You look down at the bottom of your cup and see residue from some powder that you're pretty sure isn't sugar from the way your head is spinning.

"Oh, they were true alright. And I'm going to show you just how true they were," she says, and the last thing you see before passing out is her yellow teeth gleaming in the light of the fireplace.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Wake up**.**

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