A Great And Powerful Tyranny – Victoria Carbol

Heat washed over her, hungry and strange, and then it was gone, leaving her panting. Thran was grim as he ushered her into the alcove of the inn’s entrance. “That’s curfew. Hurry.” The inn was a decrepit place, wooden beams damp and rotting. The sign above read The King’s Command, and Thia wondered if that was its original name or if they had been forced to change it at some point upon King Caradoc’s rise to the throne.

Thran pressed the creaky door open, and Thia scrambled after. She was short but still had to duck through the arch to enter. Inside was dim and musty, a hearth on the far wall empty of flame. There was a bar to the left, only one patron seated at it, his face obscured by a hood.

After the noise of the city, it was eerily quiet, the only sound the creak of wooden steps as a young woman in a plain brown dress descended. She had white skin that looked as though it couldn’t remember the touch of sunlight, her hair a pale gold swept into a bun. She glanced between Thran and Thia. “You cut it close.” Thran nodded. “We was lookin’ fer a healer.” Thia’s attention flickered to the older man.

His accent had definitely changed, the words clipped, more tentative. He flashed her a meaningful look, and she hoped her face was clear of surprise. “Hard to come by these days,” the woman said. “I’m Mara. How can I help you?” “Need a room fer me ‘n’ my daughter, if you’ve got it,” he said.

“Oh, we’ve got it,” Mara replied. “Few spend the night in Cyning, if they can help it.” She sounded bitter. There were purple circles under her eyes visible even in the dim, a weary stoop to her shoulders. “Letter of entrance?” Thran showed her the parchment the guards had provided and she nodded. “Thank you.” “Do you run this place by yourself?” Thia asked. Mara glanced at her.

“Since my father was called in the last conscription.” She bowed. “A great honor to serve His Majesty.” It was hard to tell, since she was a stranger, and her tone was light and airy, but Thia thought there was a hint of sarcasm in it. She straightened. “I’ll show you to the room.”

They followed her upstairs and down a hall that was just as damp and dark as the rest of the inn. She paused at a door halfway down the hall.

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Readers who may be sensitive to these elements are advised to take note. 1kitap1.com/en PART I STORM CROW 1kitap1.com/en ONE THE MAN’S FEMUR WAS BROKEN CLEANLY IN TWO. UNCONSCIOUS, HE seemed more asleep than in pain, but there was enough blood seeping from the open wound, red muscles peeled back from the surgical cut, to turn stomachs. Luckily, Thia’s was made of iron. Riley, her best friend and the intern next to her, was not so blessed.

He turned away from the table, one brown hand flying to his pink-painted mouth as he let out a half-amused, half-tortured “Hooo my god,” under his breath. Thia might have laughed under other circumstances, but her attention was too fixed to the procedure. Both mere high school students, she and Riley were stuck to the far wall, permitted to view but not interfere.

Dr. Bowen, the surgeon administering the procedure, held out a hand to the assisting doctor on her left. “Screws.” Thia shifted her notebook and clutched her pen a little tighter. “Brace yourself,” she whispered out of the side of her mouth. The assisting doctor eyed the wound with a grimace. “We’re lucky there’s no damage to the femoral artery with that break.” He paused and looked at the two medical interns—those who had actually completed med school, unlike Thia and Riley, who were part of an advanced, prospective pre-med high school program.

“What can you tell me about injuries to the femoral artery in relation to a broken femur?” The intern closest to the table raised a hand. “Without proper treatment, a patient could bleed out in as little as three minutes, depending on the severity of the injury.” The doctor nodded, and Thia scribbled the answer as quickly as she could. “He’s lucky. Working out in the fields, he didn’t have three minutes.” The man had somehow managed to run himself over with his tractor while stopped to clear a fallen branch out of its path.

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