Dr. Arthur Vane had spent fifteen years at Bethlem Royal Hospital treating the mentally ill. He considered himself a rational man — a scientist, a physician, a man of evidence and reason. But lately, he was beginning to doubt that everything.
It started with Patient Zero. She had no real name — just the number the orderlies gave her when she was brought in, unconscious, from a street in Southwark. When she woke up, she told the nurses her name was Sophon. She was calm, articulate, and disturbingly intelligent. "I can read your thoughts," she told Dr. Vane during their first session. "Not all of them. Just the ones you're thinking...
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