The Anatomist of Secrets
The basement of the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary was a place where the light of the Enlightenment went to die. It was a world of damp stone, flickering gas lamps, and the cloying, sweet scent of decay that no amount of carbolic acid could ever truly erase. Dr. Alistair Thorne did not treat the living. He listened to the dead. Alistair possessed a forbidden technique—a precise, surgical...
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