The castle infirmary had been hastily prepared while the sledge raced down from the pine ridge. Dr. Hauer had laid out rows of antique surgical scalpels, silver probes, and bone saws on a linen-covered table, his hands trembling so violently that the instruments clinked like wind chimes in the drafty room. Two young orderly soldiers stood near the door, their faces pale as they looked upon the bloodstained greatcoat being…
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