The Pale Dance
The air in the administrative offices of the St. Jude’s General Hospital and Industrial Rehabilitation Center smelled of stale coffee and the metallic tang of rust, a scent that had seeped into the porous walls over decades of neglect and bureaucratic inertia. It was November, a time when the light in the upper floors of the building failed to penetrate the heavy gray curtains of the city...
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