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BBC Sounds, music, radio,
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podcasts. Hello and
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welcome back to the BBC Short
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Story podcast, where this week we
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have a story written by Lottie
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Mills, who won the BBC Young
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Writers Award in 2020. Her
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debut collection Monstrum was published by One
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World in May 2024. An
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Affliction is a fantastical tale about
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a strange illness which takes hold
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of those living at the St
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Francis invalid colony. It's read
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by Hailey Atwell. The
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sickness begins on a Thursday, an
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unextraordinary lukewarm morning in
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March. The nurses
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wake Katie Craven to find that
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her eyes have turned yellow, gold
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really. Every speck of
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them Midas touched and blazing, even
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in the spaces where the whites ought to be. Her
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pupils are the most unnerving thing of
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all. They have been
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stretched vertically, two slits from
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lid to lid, inhuman.
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Later, the remaining nurses will muse
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on the strangeness of Katie being
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the first to show signs. A
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quiet, obedient child, appropriately
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unattractive, with her coarse
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orange hair, her
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jagged, rot-puckered teeth. Unfortunate,
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they had always called her, rolling
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the word across their tongues, savouring
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the guilty, irresistible cruelty
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of it. They
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remark that Katie herself seems unaware
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of the transformation. They
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suppose Katie, who is more or less
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mute, to be unaware of most
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things. They
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do not see the way her new eyes
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dart to a basin of water, a window
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pane, the cracked mirror in the corner of
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the senior dormitory. The way they
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catch sight of their own reflection pounce
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on the alive, warm, twitching image
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of it. They have
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made a fatal misjudgment. Katie
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is not unaware. What Katie
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is is unsurprised.
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When breakfast has come and gone, and
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the eyes show no sign of returning
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to their usual state, the doctor
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is called. He is quick
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to arrive, marching up the drive
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of the St. Francis Invalid Colony
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with artful efficiency. He
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glances up at the building as he approaches. This
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place has always held a peculiar
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beauty to him, all
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right angles and uniform brick. It
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bears none of the infirmity of its occupants,
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none of their unsightly
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defects. Inside
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it is the same story. He
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glances admiringly at the neat lines of
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girls as they are escorted from lesson
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to lesson, unruly
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bodies corralled into order
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by stiff uniforms and
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stiffer discipline. Any
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hint of noise, a stifled
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giggle, an involuntary shriek, is
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swiftly corrected. It's
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no cure, of course. Nothing
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could be. But here, at
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least, their infirmities
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are safely contained. To
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the doctor, there is nothing
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more beautiful. When
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did this begin? He asks the matron
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as he steps into the infirmary. He
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does not speak to Katie. He can't
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seem to hold her gaze. Early
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this morning, the matron says, is it
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jaundice, doctor? All
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the nurses admire the doctor
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tremendously. He is
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young, but upright, tidy
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and certain, neatly parted
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hair and a suit of
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dishwater tweed, a
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man of breathtaking, irresistible,
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ordinariness. He
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takes a small torch from his pocket and
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flicks it back and forth across Katie's
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eyes. They flash as
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hard and cold as mirrors. A
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warning. Before he
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can reply, there is a snort of laughter
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from the doorway. That's
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not jawn, Dis. It's
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followed by a chorus of thumps and
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shuffles as the speaker moves into the
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room. He takes
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in the imprint of the girl's afflictions. The
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tiptoed drag of the feet, the
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reckless sway of her torso from side
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to side. Her
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clothes sit strangely on her. The
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usual white pinafore pulled
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tight over bulging, uncooperative
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flesh. The incongruously
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girlish frilled collar, an
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adult body, wrangled into the
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costume of a child. Alice,
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the matron scolds, you should be
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in chapel, young lady. Alice
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pays her no attention. Even
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her unsteady body betrays not the
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slightest flinch. It's
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not jawn, Dis. She says again,
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jawn, Dis, doesn't give you
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fox eyes. Fox
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eyes. The doctor
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is struck by the description
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by its brutal accuracy. Alice
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Willoughby, the matron slaps again,
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chattel now. Alice
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keeps the doctor pinned with her gaze.
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Then her face splits open into
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a feral grin. She
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lets her tongue protrude and
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runs it along the front of her
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teeth in a defiant, ravenous gesture.
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It's brief, but it's enough
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to render the doctor uneasy all
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the same, because
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her teeth are awfully sharp. Alice
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returns to the infirmary straight after
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chapel. A great cacophony
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heralds her arrival, the
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percussive thump of her feet punching the
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floorboards. This time,
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she's not alone. A younger
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girl, perhaps twelve years old, trails
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from her hand, a pale,
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quiet shadow. They
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come to an abrupt stop before the
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doctor, and he takes in the curtain
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of white hair which hangs loose to the
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girl's elbows, her sightless
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eyes as Alice guides her
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into place. Show
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him, Sophie, she says. Her
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voice is commanding. She seems
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almost to be showboating. Sophie
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lifts one hand up towards her
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collarbone. The doctor notices
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that her fingers are webbed, translucent,
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barely their skin, as
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delicate as lace. Then,
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bashfully, she tugs her
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hair back and lifts her chin,
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exposing her neck. It
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takes the doctor a moment to understand what,
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exactly, he is seeing, to
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grapple with his reeling horror,
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his reflexive surge of disbelief,
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to make sense of the inhuman
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shape, the two sets of swollen
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ridges which flare and spasm with
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each breath. Gills.
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It is catching, he thinks. It
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must be. He knows a contagion
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when he sees one, knows a
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house set alight by sickness, even
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such a strange sickness as this. The
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quarantine is first. The
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infected girls, Katie, Sophie and
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Alice, of course, are
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shut into the infirmary. Only
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the doctor is allowed in and out, and
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even he keeps the distance, tries
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not to breathe their air. Sophie
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looks awfully small, in
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that hushed white room, drowning in
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her too-big borrowed nightgown. Katie
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is harder to make out, perched
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on a windowsill in the farthest
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corner, her alien, scar-shaped
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pubes. temples, fixed on the
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distant woods beyond the window.
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Alice is the strangest of
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all. She lays flat on her
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back on the floor, a luxurious
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sprawl, arms flung
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out, sharp teeth bared
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at the ceiling. Every
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so often she'll laugh. It's
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a grotesque, consuming sound. It
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ricochets around the infirmary and racks
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Alice's body in hysterical spasms. The
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Doctor looks down at her. He
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says nothing, but his lips shift as
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he runs his tongue along his own
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blunt, uniform teeth. The
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other girls he can pissy at a distance,
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but there is something about Alice he
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dislikes. He feels a
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wild, irrepressible kind of disgust as
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he studies the chaos of her
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body. If he was a
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bolder man, he might even
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call it hatred. Outside,
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the nurses begin the examinations. Every
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inhabitant of the colony is lined up along
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the corridor as they would be for
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a knit check or a spoonful of cod liver
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oil. The nurses
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pick through their hair, feeling along
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their scalp for budding, velvety horns,
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measuring claw-sharp nails, startling
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at the slithering emergence of a
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long, forked tongue. The
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sickness is torn through the senior girl's
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dormitory and the older women's villas. Some
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of the youngest children seem unaffected, but
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only a few. Soon
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the infirmary is seething with it,
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a yelping, scratching, howling mass
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of uncontrollably mutating
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bodies, barely enough
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floor space to hold them all, a
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carnival of chaos. Many
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tear their uniforms apart, white
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pinnifles shredded to ribbons. Some
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clamber atop the bed frames with
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new and terrifying strength. Others
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leap and swing from the light fittings,
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shatter the gas lights into
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lethal confetti as they screech
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with laughter. Katie
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Craven, her eyes still yellow as
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plague, has begun to dance,
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weaving her arms through the chaos in
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a silent ballet. The
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Doctor finds his eyes drawn to
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a spot of stillness, a
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focal point of solidity amongst the
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blur. Alice. She
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is not joining with the others, not
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as such. She stands right
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in the thick of it all, eyes
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fluttering to a close, nose
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twitching as she catches the delectable
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scent of the Doctor's panic. She
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takes it all in, an artist
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absorbing her great masterwork. She
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is flush with absolute delicious
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satisfaction. Not
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quite meaning to, the
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Doctor seizes her shoulders, shaking
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hard. What is this?
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he cries. How do we stop it? She
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regards him with a kind of disinterest, as
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if he is barely there at all. It
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maddens him, so he locks
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his hand around her arm and drags her
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towards the door of the infirmary. It's
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a struggle, and she claws at
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him with unrestrained rage, but
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for the moment he has the upper hand.
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As he passes the matron, he spits
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his orders, and she,
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with pale-faced terrible resolve, obeys.
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It has been a long time since he performed
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an extraction. The tools sit
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uneasily in his hands. Alice
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is before him, chin high and
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proud. She is
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held down by the nurses, three
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of them in fact. She
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can hear a strange sound, a
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distant keening. Another
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girl, another procedure, scales
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being scraped and prized from
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skin, or a declawing,
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perhaps. He looks at Alice
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again, at her locked shut jaw, the
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muscles of her face rise and kick
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with the force of it. Open
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white, he says, even
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to his own ears, the words are
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jarring, too cloying,
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too childlike. Alice's
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eyes flash with amusement, horrible,
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hungry glint. Her
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mouth does open, terrifyingly, unnaturally
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vast, a wolf's
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moor. It engulfs
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his hand completely. Her
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teeth rest around his wrist, teasingly
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light. Please, he
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whimpers. Another muffled
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wail echoes from next door. Alice's
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eyes are locked on his own. Then
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her teeth clamp down, and his
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world turns white. The
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house is empty now. The doctor
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can feel it before he even opens his
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eyes. The
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eerie vacancy of a building drained
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of occupants, an
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architectural corpse. He
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isn't aware of much else, just
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the shocking wetness of his own
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blood, and a
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startling absence somewhere around his
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right wrist. He
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has been left on a bed. Someone
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has pulled the bedsheets to cover
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him, tucking him in
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tightly a mockery of
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comfort. In
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a bleary corner of his vision, he
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can see the dormitory door. He
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knows without checking that it will
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be locked. All
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is silent. No
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more stumbling feet drag across the
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floorboards. outside.
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If he listens
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carefully he can hear
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the distant stampede, the
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woods alive and wild with
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brand new creatures. Far
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away a wolf howls
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to the open sky. Hayley
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Atwell was reading An Affliction
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by Lottie Mills. The producer
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was Justine Willett.
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