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The Healer's Hands
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2026-11-08 07:20:00Juliette Hayes had delivered three hundred babies in her life. She had set four hundred broken bones. She had stitched wounds and treated infections and held the hands of dying people as they took their last breaths. She had seen the worst of what the fog could do and the best of what people could become when they were given a chance.
But nothing had prepared her for the day she almost lost a child.
It was a warm afternoon in late summer. The clinic was quiet. Juliette was organ
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