The Distant Legend

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The great hall of the St. Jude’s Asylum for the Aged and Incurable smelled of boiled wool, stale lavender, and the distinct, metallic tang of fear that seemed to hang in the air like a permanent fog, a scent that Elias Thorne, the Headmaster, had long since ceased to detect but which his guests, particularly the young and the naive, noted with a quiet, visceral horror that he attributed to...

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