The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in the Sanitarium of St. Jude’s hung thick with the scent of boiled lye and wet wool, a pervasive, cloying sweetness that seemed to settle into the pores of the skin and refuse to leave. Arthur Vane stood before the great, arched window of the administrative wing, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the fog roll in from the river below. It was a gray, formless mist that erased...

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