The Faded Root
The boiler room of the St. Jude’s Orphanage sat at the basement level of the institution, a subterranean cathedral of iron and soot where the air tasted of sulfur and wet ash. Here, beneath the heavy silence of the Victorian brickwork above, lay the great Furnace of Memory, a monstrosity of riveted steel and brass gauges that consumed the town’s coal and exhaled a low, rhythmic thrum that...
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