The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-20 02:23:06 -

The frost had not yet melted from the iron railings of St. Jude’s Infirmary, but the air inside the ward was thick with the scent of boiled lard and despair. Marguerite stood before the high window, her back rigid, watching the snow fall in sheets against the grey sky. She was not looking at the weather; she was looking at the reflection of her own hands, pale and trembling, gripping the glass...

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