Chapter 4 · free to read
A licensed practice is a shelf the Board lends you. Vale had spent twenty years arranging things on it very neatly.
The Chair of the Memory Curation Board had not left the Board spire in eleven years. She had come down four hundred floors for one revoked surgeon.
Twenty years of not asking. She had built the Ivory Suite on it, and the Suite was already in crates by the door.
Nine hundred clients had lain in that chair and gone home lighter. Not one of them had ever asked where the weight went.
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