The Letter Opener: Part 2-2

“Consider us philanthropists,” gargled one of the inhuman faces.

Herbert looked woozily around the room. His tattered clothes were draped over a chair. The steel letter opener was lying on the floor.

“May I get dressed?” he asked. “Privately?”

“Certainly. Your wounds are healing well, but be gentle.”

They left.

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