The Gilded Scalpel
The penthouse office of Dr. Sterling overlooked Manhattan like a throne of glass and steel. The air was filtered to a clinical purity, smelling faintly of sandalwood and expensive ozone. Sterling himself was a study in precision: a charcoal three-piece suit, a platinum watch that cost more than a mid-sized hospital, and eyes that saw people not as patients, but as collections of...
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