Paper Masks – 50 Word Story

They stare at each other in silence, before the shaman lets out a stuttered sigh, and stares at Samuel with eyes filled with sorrow. “This body is dying. I-I-Its cells are infected far beyond my ability to repair, and in this state, in this body. If I were to swap..”

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