The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The coughing had a texture, a gritty, rasping quality that seemed to scrape the paint off the walls of St. Jude’s Industrial Hospital. It was November, 1912, and the air in the wards was thick enough to chew, heavy with the scent of carbolic soap and the metallic tang of old blood. Elara Vance stood by the foot of bed number four, her hands resting on the brass stethoscope that hung around her...

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