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The first thing you’ll notice is the stench

Even before you switch on the lone light dangling near the centre of the room

You know you’re not prepared for what you’re about to see

To give you an idea of what you’re in for:

With each step you take, you’re standing on evidence

With each breath you take, you inhale what I’ve burned

The first four bodies you find are lain in plain view

They lay stripped, gutted, jaws removed, with broken knees

Each body’s legs are set to eighteen degrees on either side of the cardinal points

It came to me in a dream, but only now do I see the significance

The stainless steel table at the end of the room is where I performed all my handwork

The drawers still containing my instruments of choice

Behind the door to your left is a display I’ve put together for you

My very own Kostnice

It will take years to catalogue the bodies and most will not be identified

My work since then will make this seem small