The First Age

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She hadn't seen the nice lady doctor in a few weeks. At first, Mara thought it was some sort of holiday until the whispers began. Then the daily charge nurse disappeared. Finally, her favorite cook, the one that slipped her honey-swirled-butter for her bread rolls, stopped coming to work.

She was playing chess with an older man named Slamet when excitement rippled through the wing. 

The patients with-it enough to notice the disturbance moved across the floor, slippers padding swiftly, to huddle around the window in the door. A woman was screaming in the hallway. Hysterical new patients weren't uncommon.

But this was different. This was the cook. 

Daiyu's eyes flared wide.