The Parasite of Virtue
The London of 1942 was a city of blackout curtains and the distant, rhythmic thrum of Luftwaffe bombers. In the bowels of a converted warehouse in Southwark, Dr. Julian operated a clinic that was a sanctuary for the broken. He was the "Angel of the Blitz," a surgeon whose hands could mend the most catastrophic shrapnel wounds and whose presence seemed to radiate a calming, almost divine...
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