The Wistful Silence

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The air in the Grand Hall of St. Jude’s Institute for the Displaced did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect in a place where the boundaries of reality had begun to fray and bleed into the mundane, but rather of ozone and burnt sugar, a cloying, electric sweetness that stuck to the back of the throat and lingered long after the initial inhalation had passed, a scent that was both...

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