"Hanged" by Artv K

"The poultry farmer visited him on an afternoon. She paused before El Ruberio and watched him with intent. She looked around her and ensuring that they were all alone, the woman dipped a hand into her bucket and smeared chicken blood all over the hanged man.  El Ruberio did not understand.  For he was no martyr though the world claimed him so."

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"Judgment Day" by Kara Dennison

"For all we’d been taught, the dials were delicate scientific instruments that read the vibrations of a soon-to-depart soul and attract them, like a sort of magnetism, to the bed. Half a notch too high or too low and you could turn a soul inside-out or blast it to bits. "

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