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- By the time they arrived carrying their damn heavy butts at the very front of the Church, his daughter was stillborn, and Evelyn, lying on the floor, was found dead. Found dead. FOUND. DEAD. DIED. For her pains derived by the disgusting hands of the Church, his daughter never saw even a gleam of light from the world.
- They just simply said that they did all they could, employed all they have, but nonetheless they were unable to revive the dead. Definitely they were wrong. I have something they don’t. That’s why I can.
- That’s why I can revive the dead.
- There were so complex and difficult tasks. He stole a single pill of SCP-500, borrowed SCP-427 in the guise of studying, and brought some items from the site of the Insurgency. The operation was performed in the morgue where Jane was taking her sleep. From sunset to sunrise, along with those painful trials and errors, he finally made it.
- Together with the light of dawn, he could hear a heartbeat of the little body held in his hand. Or, he could say, Jane woke up from her sleep.
- I did my level best. I strived to conceal the existence of Jane, but the Foundation had better skills to reveal the secret. They took the baby who haven’t even learned to walk her first step, and numbered her SCP-321.
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- Jane
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