The Distant Nightmare

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You wake with the taste of rust in your mouth. It is a familiar flavor. Copper and old blood. You open your eyes. The ceiling is white. Clean. The light is too bright. You are in a hospital room in Manchester, or perhaps Leeds, or a city that does not matter because it is only a stage. You look at your hands. They are steady. They are the hands of a man who has held a scalpel for thirty years....

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