The Distant Whispers

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The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Insane smelled of boiled turnip and stale lavender. It was a smell that clung to the wool of your coat, a scent that had seeped into the very grain of the oak tables where you sat, rigid and pale, among the other patients. You held the object in your left hand. It was a small, brass astrolabe, tarnished by decades of sweat and silence. It was cold....

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