The Wistful Witness

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The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Asylum smelled of roasted pheasant and stale floor wax, a heavy, cloying perfume that settled in the throat. Eleanor Vane stood by the long oak table, counting the silver forks laid out before the empty chairs, her fingers tracing the tarnished handles with a rhythmic, precise motion. She needed the position of Head Curator, a title that would grant her the...

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