The Cursed Scalpel
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just turned the grime into a slick, black mirror that reflected the neon lies of the city. I live in a room at the Palms Motel that smells of old cigarettes and desperation. My name is Elias Vance, and I used to be the best trauma surgeon in the Army. Now, I'm just a man with a set of scalpels and a secret that makes me the most hunted man...
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