Harper sighed and finished wiping the last drops of sticky congealed maniac blood off his utensils. That was the downside, he mused to himself, of being dead. Your blood sticks to everything. Even minor operations required so much more effort to clean up after.
He rolled his sleeves down and exited the back room of his surgery into the apothecary shop front. He leaned on the counter, lazily running a hand over his brass scales, waiting for someone else to come in. No doubt someone like Lester, stuck in Jezebel again…
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