The Poison of Perfection

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Dr. Alistair Finch's hands were steady on the scalpel. This was not remarkable—his hands had always been steady. What was remarkable was that they were steady after what they had done the night before, and the night before that, and every night for the past eighteen months, while the people who had dined at his table slept the sleep of the blessed and the damned. The patient on the operating...

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