The Saint's Price
The girl was burning. Twelve years old, Lila, lying on a cot in the corner of Dr. Elijah Freeman's clinic, her skin hot to the touch, her breathing shallow and fast, her eyes closed and her lips cracked from fever that had been climbing for nine days. Elijah knelt beside her and placed his hands on her small, frail body. He listened to her chest with his stethoscope. The lungs were wet. Not...
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