The Faded Apartment

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2026-08-17 17:55:01 -

The banquet hall of the Blackwood Sanatorium did not smell of food, but of wet wool, boiled starch, and the metallic tang of old blood. It was a cavernous room, a relic of the industrial age, with vaulted ceilings painted in peeling frescoes of angels whose faces had been scrubbed away by decades of scrubbing. The tables were set for forty, though only twelve souls remained to eat. Candlelight...

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