The Distant Whispers

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The frost did not merely settle upon the panes of the iron lung; it ate them. It was a cold that had weight, a physical substance that pressed against the skin of the world, turning the air into a brittle, gray thing. Inside the ward, the air was thick with the smell of lye and wet wool and the metallic tang of blood that had long since dried into the pores of the floorboards. Marguerite stood...

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