The Wistful Witness

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The date is October 14, 1893, and the ink in my pen is cold, much like the air in the dispensary where I stand, watching the boy. Julian has rejected the third cup of broth in as many hours, his eyes fixed not on the nurse, but on me, with a stillness that is more terrifying than any fever. He does not want the hospital’s standard care; he wants the tincture. He wants the specific, laborious...

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