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The reek of sickness and infection permeated the air, but Alistair paid it little mind. He had grown well accustomed to the stench in recent days, since little Abigail had fallen so dreadfully ill. When taking up Joshua as an apprentice, the boy's family had become quite dear to his heart, and Alistair visited their youngest daughter in the charity ward of the Children's Hospital on Hackney Road as much as time would permit. Abigail had always been sickly, much the way Alistair himself had been as a child, and yet all the worse for it. The girl had been born with an unnaturally curved spine, and mere months prior to her sixth birthday, she had been struck down by a carriage while begging in the streets. The physicians had counted it a miracle that she had survived, though the accident had crippled the child further.
Alistair himself thought it might have been a small mercy if she had never opened her eyes again after the accident.
( Bite Radius )
( Like Clockwork )
( Nefarious? )
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