The Hourglass Physician
I.The sea wind carried salt and the bitter scent of crushed herbs through the open window. Arthur Pemberton III opened his eyes to a ceiling he had not seen in twenty-two years. The plaster was cracked in the same pattern, the same water stain shaped like a broken wing in the corner. He raised his hand to his face and saw it was smooth, unlined, the fingers slender and strong. Sixteen years old...
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