The Shadow of the Scalpel
I remember the first time I saw Dr. Julian Vane in the operating theater. He didn't walk; he glided, a silver ghost in a sea of blue scrubs. They called him "The Architect," not just for his surgical precision, but for the way he restructured lives. To the world, he was a miracle worker. To me, his new medical assistant, he was a mystery I was desperate to solve. For the first six months, I was...
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