The Wistful Witness

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The air in the Grand Hall of the St. Jude’s Sanatorium for the Incurable hung heavy with the scent of boiled starch, decaying lilies, and the metallic tang of old blood, a pungent bouquet that permeated the very marrow of the bone and settled into the lungs like a fine, inescapable dust. Sir Arthur Pendelton stood at the center of the polished parquet floor, his posture rigid as a compass...

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