The Wistful Incense
The great hall of the St. Jude’s Asylum for the Aging and Invalid smelt of boiled linseed, old wool, and the faint, sweet rot of decay that no amount of scrubbing could fully banish. It was a cathedral of iron and glass, built in the age of steam and steel, where the clatter of crutches against tile floors provided a rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat. Here, time did not pass; it pooled, thick and...
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