Chapter 48 · for subscribers
Fifty years of keeping staff and never admitting a patient, and here were eleven of them asleep and dry with their shoes under the beds. Nobody in that bay was dead. Every one of them had queued in the rain, been seen at a desk, been given a bed, and been settled for the night, which is all that any of them had wanted since six o'clock.
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