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Chapter 211: The Hospital Vigil

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The Cardiac Intensive Care Unit at Mount Sinai was a world of rhythmic, electronic ghosts. The only sounds were the steady beep-beep-beep of heart monitors and the soft whoosh of ventilators, a mechanical lullaby for the men and women fighting to stay tethered to the earth.

Aurora sat in a vinyl chair next to Bed 4.

Her father, Henry Vale, lay amidst a tangle of tubes and wires. He looked smaller than she had ever seen him, his skin the color of old parchment, his chest rising and falling wi
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