Chapter ONE - Weebly

The door opened onto a comfortable sitting room,
illuminated by spermaceti candles and warmed by a fire
in the hearth.
“Doctor Benjamin Church,” Pell said, “may I
introduce, Ethan Kaille. Ethan, Doctor Church.”
Ethan and the doctor shook hands.
“Who is it, Benjamin?” came a woman’s voice from
another room.
“A patient, Hannah,” the doctor called. “No need to
trouble yourself.” He eyed Ethan again. “This way,
gentlemen,” he said, and led them to a back room.
He lit several candles, their glow building gradually
to reveal a chamber that was far more austere than the
previous one. Jars and bottles jostled for room atop of
a cabinet against one wall. Next to it, a table held a
number of steel surgical instruments. Ethan glanced at
them before quickly looking away. Healing himself with
conjurings was one thing; surgeons made him queasy.
Dr. Church pulled a chair to the middle of the room.
“Sit,” he said.
Ethan did as he was told.
“We’ll start with the shoulder,” the doctor said,