The Silver Scalpel

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Part One: The Ascent The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow as curdled milk, swallowing Whitechapel whole. Elias Thorne pulled his coat tighter and descended the rotting wooden stairs into his cellar clinic. At twenty-four, his face was already carved by hunger and something harder than hunger—the kind of exhaustion that settles in the bones when you have spent your...

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