The Anatomy of Envy
I remember the first time I saw Leo. He was a smudge of a man, a grey blur in the periphery of the surgical wing. I, Julian Thorne, was the golden boy of the residency program—born to a dynasty of surgeons, possessing a natural dexterity that my peers called "divine." For me, the scalpel was an extension of my will; I didn't need to practice, I simply knew where the tissue would yield. Then...
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