Respect the dead by Haiza Tyri
Chapter 1 by Haiza Tyri

            I will never forget the professor’s first words to us. He spoke to us about those cadavers we were to dissect as if he knew them, each of them, as if he had been with them when they died, knew their life stories, and somehow felt with them as they lay dead on the dissection tables. We had already been steeling ourselves for the task, making quiet jokes to make ourselves forget the reality of what we were about to do. Jarod Howard made us remember, and I will never forget the profound respect and compassion with which he spoke.



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