ISLAThe makeshift clinic smells like blood and desperation. Seven wounded wolves from the hunter attack, all needing treatment I can barely provide with our limited supplies."Hold still," I tell Marcus. He's got silver poisoning from a bullet wound. The metal fragments are still inside, preventing healing. "This is going to hurt.""Everything hurts." But he grits his teeth, lets me work.I'm using tweezers sterilized over a lighter. Not ideal. Not even close to proper medical procedure. But it's what we have.The door opens. I don't look up. "If you're not bleeding or dying, wait your turn.""I'm neither." The voice is male, cultured, unfamiliar. "I'm here to help."I look up.Human man. Late fifties, distinguished looking. Expensive coat, medical bag in hand. He shouldn't be here. Shouldn't be able to see through the Veil to find this place."Who are you?" I keep the tweezers ready. Sharp enough to stab if needed."Professor Cornelius Fell. I'm a doctor. Hermetic Order." He shows m
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