The Spirit Needle
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"A curse?" Dr. Reinhardt let out a sharp, mocking bark of laughter, though he quickly glanced at Chen to make sure the giant bodyguard wasn't raising a fist. "This is even more ridiculous than I thought! A curse? What is this, a medieval fairy tale? We are in a state-of-the-art medical wing, not some backwater village! You are talking about superstitions, you idiot!"

"We have run genetic sequencing, spinal fluid panels, and three separate bone marrow biopsies," Dr. Sato added, her tone droppin
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