The Pale Tale
The limestone facade of the St. Jude’s Asylum for the Aged and Incurable did not erode so much as it calcified, layer upon layer of soot and silence accumulating until the building seemed less a structure of brick and mortar than a geological formation, a tumor of stone growing into the gray belly of the city. Elara Vance stood before the arched entrance, her hand resting on the cold iron rail,...
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