The Wistful Skyline

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The room smelled of ozone and old wool, a thick, metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and made my teeth ache. It was the year 1923, and the air in the basement laboratory of St. Jude’s Orphanage was not merely stale; it was heavy, pressurized, as if the atmosphere itself had grown jealous of the secrets we were trying to unlock. I was twelve years old, sitting on a cold iron stool,...

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