The Faded Chronicle
The air in the Grand Hall of St. Jude’s Orphanage tasted of boiled cabbage and old stone, a thick, cloying atmosphere that clung to the lungs like wet wool. It was the annual Gala, a grotesque spectacle of charity where the wealthy of Harrow County descended upon the destitute to perform their piety. Margaret Holloway stood by the sideboard, her apron stained with the residue of the day’s...
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