Sixty-Three
In the shadow shrouded morgue, the dull grey metal door of the refrigerator drawer containing Justice’s body opened and the stainless-steel table slid out. A soft chime sounded and a faint light began to shine, forcing the shadows to retreat to the corners.
The glowing figure of a robed woman appeared, hovering in the air beside Justice. She stretched out a hand and placed it on Justice’s forehead. The glow that surrounded the woman grew steadily brighter, enveloping Justice’s body in its radiance. A brilliant flash exploded into every corner of the room, banishing the lingering shadows. The robed woman vanished, taking the light with her, leaving the room in darkness once more.
The silence that had previously filled the room broke on a gentle whisper as lungs newly filled w
