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Chapter 1: What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
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The Tooth Fairy's Tale by Ben Folk Screams of pain, sobs of children, voices raised in grief, anger and consuming fear. Stepping through the ER of the Morkris Family Hospital is like diving headfirst into the raging depths of a storm-swept ocean. Small, unassuming, and woefully understaffed, it is not used to such strain.
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Chapter 2: What is The Tooth Fairy's Tale about?
I wonder if it left a shadow behind, like the nuclear outlines in Hiroshima, but stained of grease. Sizzling, dripping grease. I don't have to imagine the stink. Maybe the corpse is lucky. Lucky that they don't have to smell it, see it, feel it. I jolt as the heavy steel door clanks open. Someone comes in and slides a new body onto a freezer tray. I don't look up, don't pay them any mind.
I'm only going to do three bodies. No more, no less. I've already decided on which ones. Mr. Goodkins, the mystery woman on the table right now, and either deceased number three or number four. One of the less burned ones. Or maybe deceased number eight. So charred that it was more of a skeleton. Surely that'd be easier than all the meat.
Chapter 3: How does the setting of Morkris Family Hospital influence the story?
I realise I'm stalling. Everyone thinks forensics is about fingerprints, but more often than not, it's about the teeth. Morkris being a small town, there was only ever one dental practice. Smiley Bud's Dental. It made things simple enough for freak events of mass casualty. Not that such a thing had ever happened here before.
Even if they had, only the charts of specific individuals would be pulled. Those missing or obviously deceased. But with the fire still burning its way through the surrounding forest and her body being found every hour... Well, it was better to be safe than sorry. Over 30 years of smiles, all pooled and waiting in a dusty paper box for my examination.
Crowns, jaw deformities, fillings, teeth loss, teeth shape, x-rays, root structure, hell, I even saw before and after braces picking there. 32 fingerprints for each corpse. The corpse. I moved my gloved hands towards the corpse's droopy, gloopy mouth and prod it testingly. Jaws fused together, as I thought. I take a deep breath and pick up the scalpel.
The lips cut astonishingly similar to the clothing. The flesh stretches and peels ever so slightly before giving way to the cutting blade. Letting flakes of air-fried skin blossom down the back of the throat, I grab the oral retractor. one prong under each jaw to pry the lips open, only the mouth is too tight to get a good angle.
I pick the scalpel back up and carefully carve open the corpse's cheeks, one prong under each jaw, and elevate the tissue. I crank and crank and crank, staring at the widening mask of grinning blood and soot-stained enamel. Why does this bother me tonight more than any other night? Why did he have to leave me alone? Who am I kidding? I lean forward, towards the grin. The blood is almost gone now.
Something doesn't look right. The smile looks too... small. The teeth aren't connected to the gums, the roots hanging suspended mid-air. Glints of wire sticking and lacing through gaping holes in the gums. Crimson droplets stick to it like dew in a spiderweb. Abnormal metal obstruction in the mouth.
Thin floss-like strands piercing through the gums in multiple areas, wrapping around the... It hits me. Baby teeth. I am looking at baby teeth. I remember being so proud of my loose teeth. I would tell everyone about them. The head librarian with her shrewd glasses but kind smile. The ice cream scooper with his youthful face and crooked grin.
The principal, even though he would just press his mouth tighter and tell me to hurry on. Everyone. soon my friends joined in a bragging competition of sorts they laughed and called us cute but i prided myself on being a trendsetter the two fairies apprentice they called me who called me that soon my entire class joined in we just wanted to share our smiles with the world the third body.
It is long into the night before I return to the examination room. Hours, hours of talking to the police, phoning in the homicide division, explaining the situation to prying curious staff, but mostly hours sitting in the dark hallway of an empty wing, away from the storm, away from the fire, and most importantly, away from the teeth. Blood still speckles the blue rubber of my gloves.
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