The Distant Legend

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The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Institute for the Incurably Poor smelled of boiled cabbage and expensive perfume, a cloying mixture that clung to the back of your throat like a second skin. You stood at the periphery of the room, your hand resting on the small of your back, feeling the dull, persistent ache of the spine, that central column of bone and cartilage that had begun to grind...

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