![]() ![]() Fearing a fire, the caretaker had shut off the boiler. As a surgeon, Franz had witnessed numerous deaths, but none compared with the memory of his own brother’s.Ī damp November chill permeated the spacious apartment. Franz could almost smell the stench of stale beer and body odor that must have wafted after it.Ĭoncentrate, Adler! Finish suturing and go collect your daughter!Įyes open or closed, the mental image persisted. Its drunken cheers and raucous laughter infected the room. “Verdammt!” he swore under his breath as he yanked back the needle’s tip. His hand slipped and he pierced Esther’s skin at the wrong angle. ![]() ![]() Franz Adler tried to blink away the memory of his brother’s dangling corpse and the silhouette it cast across the sidewalk, but the image looped over and over in his head.Ī pane of glass erupted somewhere at street level, startling Franz. The shadow still swayed over the pavement. ![]()
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