The Distant Legend

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The cafeteria of the St. Jude’s Home for Displaced Youth smelled of boiled turnips and industrial floor cleaner, a scent that seemed to permeate the very walls, clinging to the wool of one’s sweater and the lining of one’s lungs. It was a place where time did not flow but pooled, stagnant and thick, in the corners of the room where the fluorescent lights buzzed with a frequency that felt less...

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