The Distant Threshold
The cellar of St. Jude’s Institute for the Study of Anomalous Physiology did not smell of rot, as one might expect of a place dedicated to the preservation of things that should have been left to decay, but rather of the cloying, heavy sweetness of overripe pears and the metallic tang of blood drawn from a vein that had long since ceased to pump, a scent that had settled into the very mortar of...
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