The Haunted Surgeon

ed. Her fingers shook around the leather-bound journal in her hands-her mother's journal. She had found it in the attic last week, hidden behind an old box of Christmas decor

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m on their faces as he slipped a ring onto her finger. "Forever, Aria," he had said,

y... and he paid the price." The jury believed him. Her medical license was revoked. Her family turned against her-her father, a prominent judge, had sat in the courtroom with disappointment wr

The journal's last entry echoed in her mind: "Find th

back to reality. She opened her eyes, startled, and sa

rough and barely heard over

hought-ten feet away, maybe less. His coat was dark with rain

even as her heart raced. "You destroyed me. Y

d as if to show he meant no ha

umbled, her foot slipping on the wet railing. For a heartbeat, she felt

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