The Distant Affair
The bell rang at six. It was a deep, bronze sound that vibrated in the teeth of every woman in the hall. We sat at long tables covered in white cloth. The air smelled of boiled wool and damp earth. Outside, the rain lashed against the high windows. Inside, we ate. We ate the grey stew. We ate the hard bread. We did not speak. We were the women of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Insane. Or so the men...
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