The Faded Shield
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that seeped into the very marrow of the stone walls of the Halloway Sanatorium, a sprawling Victorian edifice of blackened brick and iron lace that clung to the cliffs of the English coast like a barnacle refusing to let go of the ship that carried it. Margaret stood before the tall, arched windows of the administrative...
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