Old rule, older than the harbor: since a 1240 imperial decree, the hand that writes the prescription and the hand that fills it belong to different trades. So someone at St. Brendan's had to sign for that heart drug. Source: an encyclopedia history.
— Ezra Voss

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The label is in her own handwriting, with a date she never wrote. Someone has been forging her hand for a while. I'd pull the sign-out book at St. Brendan's. A discharge signature is a door. Find who opened it for Ines Dray. Then find H.

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Harbor drugstore, small hours. A man in a camel coat paid the night pharmacist three thousand to forget a heart drug she filled. Under the dead man's label sat another name, Dray, in her own hand. Penciled on the bag: ask who signed at St. Brendan's. Signed H.

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At 2:40 a.m. a night pharmacist in a port town found her own handwriting on a bag of heart pills, and a man in a camel coat offered her two thousand dollars to forget it.

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