The Pale Shadows
The iron lungs stood in the corner of the ward, a rhythmic, mechanical beast that breathed for the body which had forgotten how, its two great bellows expanding and contracting with the slow, inexorable patience of a clockwork heart, a silent testament to the industrial age’s attempt to cage the wild, untamable spirit of life within the rigid geometry of steel and glass, and I watched them from...
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