The Golden Scar
The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Rehabilitation Institute for the Mentally Unwell was not a place of feasting in any traditional sense, but rather a site of meticulous consumption where the air itself seemed to thicken with the scent of boiled cabbage and industrial lavender, a perfume designed to mask the underlying rot of institutional decay that had settled into the plaster walls like a...
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