The Angel of the Ward

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The ward was a cathedral of agony. The air was thick with the smell of ether, gangrene, and the metallic tang of blood. I spent my days moving between the cots, changing bandages that were more mud than cloth, listening to the rhythmic, wet coughing of men whose lungs were dissolving from mustard gas. Then came Dr. Alistair. He arrived in the middle of the October offensive, a man with eyes...

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