The Final Triage

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The Final Triage

The air in the field hospital was a thick soup of metallic blood, antiseptic, and the smell of burning rubber. Outside, the sky over the Ardennes was a bruised purple, illuminated by the intermittent flashes of artillery that shook the earth like a dying beast. Dr. Eric stood at the center of the triage tent, his apron a map of gore. He had been a surgeon for twenty years, but the last six...

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