The Faded Apartment
The cold in the stone corridors of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Incurable was not merely a temperature but a presence, a living entity that seeped through the mortar and into the marrow of those who walked its endless, vaulted halls, a damp chill that settled in the joints and whispered of damp earth and buried bones, and it was here, in the shadow of this ancient, crumbling institution that stood...
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