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Since working at the morgue, Elmer has learned to appreciate the dead. He looks at the clock and sighs. A few more hours until he can call it dawn.

“Okay, your move,” he says to the poker-faced corpse propped on a seat across from him, with a chessboard between them.

[NOTE: This short story was expanded by Matthew Tonks and posted in SlasherMonster Magazine.]