Beneath the floorboards, the air was never dry. You could smell it if you leaned close enough to the cracks—sweet and root-heavy, like something growing in the dark. My father had told me once that the Arsenal buildings were raised on piled earth, and beneath that, the river reclaimed itself in slow floods. But this…

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It starts with a smell. Not of bleach. Of cloth. Damp wool. Rusted metal. Daniel’s hands are pressed to the tile. He doesn’t remember kneeling. The floor is warmer than it should be. The light is wrong. Pale, yellowed, humming from a long tube above. He lifts his head. The room is too tall. The…

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The trolley rattles as it’s wheeled in. Glass ampoules. Gauze. Syringes laid out like surgical bones. A shallow metal bowl of sugar water sits beside a box of gloves. Everything is quiet except the tick of the clock, which is five minutes slow and always has been. Unwin is young here. Still learning. His badge…

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