The Golden Mirror
The air in the basement of St. Jude’s Hospital for the Incurable does not smell of sickness, not really, but of a thick, sweet rot that has been allowed to settle into the plaster and the wood over centuries, a preservation of decay so complete it feels like a different kind of life. You are sitting in a chair that has seen three generations of patients, the leather worn smooth by the friction...
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