The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The cellar of the Royal Infirmary smelled of wet limestone and the sharp, metallic tang of antiseptic, a scent that had long since permeated the fibers of my woolen coat and the skin of my hands. I sat on a wooden stool, my back pressed against the cold stone wall, watching the condensation drip from the ceiling beams in a rhythmic, mournful cadence. Before me, on a slab of polished marble, lay...

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