The Medicine Man
I Jack Hudson woke up the way he always woke up: with pain in his left leg where the prosthetic attached to his stump, and the smell of coal dust still in his nose even though he had not been down a mine in six years. The prosthetic was old. It had been custom-made by a man in Lexington who knew what he was doing, but six years is a long time, and the man in Lexington was dead, and Jack had not...
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