The hospital was at the other end of town- a whopping three miles away. Dean was still fretting over how small and cramped the town seemed when they stepped into the morgue. The coroner opened a drawer labeled “Doe, Jane,” and pulled out the body.
She was tall, skinny, dishwater blonde- the exact image of Sharon.
Dean, D, Sam, Samantha, and Sharon all stared at the body in dumbfounded amazement. Sharon clapped a hand over her mouth to hide her astonishment.
“What the-” Dean began.
“The resemblance is remarkable,” the coroner agreed.
“How the hell…?” D muttered.
The coroner turned...
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