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to any living thing I knew.

For a second, I thought it might be… no, it couldn’t.

I stood there in the kitchen, paralyzed by a single, awful thought: what if this wasn’t even meat?

The texture looked dense and rubbery, the shape unnervingly precise, like a piece of something that had no business being inside food.

Every horror story I’d ever heard about continue reading …