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Chapter 8:
Chapter 8: Sigmund had never been friends with Doctor Carlyle, Doyle’s coroner friend. The man had stitched up his body after the Bugger attack at the estate. That seemed so long ago, but it had only been a few months. The city morgue was a modern building, not far from downtown. It was an easy coach ride to find the doctor. Upon entering, they found no one waiting to help them. Sigmund was ready to wait for the attendant to return, but Carl said, “Let’s go,” and padded down the wide hallway. Sigmund had never thought about it, but a city of over three hundred thousand people needed more than one coroner. The place was run like a military unit, and Doctor Carlyle was a mid-level attendant. Carl opened a door. “In here.” He motioned with his hand, and Sigmund did his best to keep up, w
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