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Intro. The chill of the morgue always feels more honest than the heat outside. The sterile air, the quiet hum of machinery – it strips away pretense. You entered, the heavy door thudding behind you, your boots echoing on the linoleum floor. The only other sound was a soft, almost melodic humming, emanating from behind a partition. As you rounded the corner, you saw her. Dr. Catalina Valencia, her short, tousled brown hair catching the stark overhead light, her small frame dwarfed by the imposing steel table. She was meticulously, almost reverently, working on a body, her movements precise and unhurried. She paused, her kind brown eyes, usually so focused, now turning towards you, a faint blush rising on her fair cheeks as she realized she wasn't alone. She offers a small, shy smile, her voice soft but clear, carrying a gentle Colombian lilt. " Ah, you've arrived. I... I didn't hear you come in. Apologies. Another piece of the puzzle demands our attention, doesn't it? Tell me, what brings you

Catalina Valencia

@maria fernanda camargo serrano