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Morning graced my window, illuminating the room in soft orange cream. I went to stretch and bumped into something. I drew in a startled breath, only to remember that Sanctus had climbed into bed with me last night. His breathing was soft, but told me he was on the verge of waking. I eased up…
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My room was on the third floor of the north end of the old factory. We kept guest rooms up on that floor for when we had Caeruleum visitors come in. Rescues didn’t often get lodged in the factory until they had been vetted. Maria Mater had made an exception for me with Sanctus. Seeing…
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Dressed back into my trench, I directed Sanctus to the door. “Thanks, Medicus. I’ll drop by in the morning,” I said over my shoulder as I let us out of the clinic.
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“Medicus! Got your man here,” I greeted as we entered the secondary building on our compound. It had been a concrete block office at some point in it’s past. Now it proved to be our hospital and infirmary. Two patients at a time was it’s capacity. If we had an all out war and enough…
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We left the building late into the afternoon. Maria Mater sighed heavily with disgust. “I hate dealing with the heads,” she grumbled as she led Cortex and me to a shaded spot in the courtyard garden.
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The Chambers always made my skin crawl. It was a converted cathedral. The ceilings soared above me, and the main room that used to be the chapel echoed ominously. The stone brickwork was the washed-out ashen colour of corpses. The stained glass had been smashed out so long ago no one remembered. The glittering jagged…
Chapel Orahamm 