The Golden Visit
The air in the dormitory smelled of damp wool and old paper, a scent that had settled into the walls of St. Jude’s Academy for Orphaned Girls like a permanent stain. Elara sat on the edge of her narrow bed, her fingers tracing the seam of her uniform. It was a grey tunic, heavy and ill-fitting, cut from a fabric that felt like sandpaper against her skin. Around her neck hung a small, tarnished...
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