The Faded Attic
The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Industrial Orphanage and Vocational School smelled of boiled cabbage, floor wax, and the sharp, metallic tang of anxiety that seemed to permeate the very walls of the building. It was a celebration of sorts, a quarterly review for the senior apprentices, where the directors gathered to assess the progress of the girls who had been raised in the shadows of the...
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