The Eye That Won’t Die
“I’m skeptical,” I said.
The surgeon’s eyes smiled down at me. A mask covered her mouth.
“You’re in good hands, Miss Forte,” she said.
My mind tripped through memories as it wound down into sleep. When next I woke, I would have two eyes again.
A reward, they said, for my “outstanding heroism” in the course of my duties.
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