The Distant Ghost
The room was a cathedral of white porcelain and cold steel, where the air tasted of antiseptic and old dust, a place where Margaret Holloway stood before the mirror that had once belonged to her mother, watching the reflection of a woman who seemed to be dissolving into the sterile light. She was not alone, not truly, for the walls were thick with the silence of the Institution, a vast,...
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