Keira’s sense of revulsion increased the farther they moved into the building. Her shoes seemed too loud on the white tiles. The walls were squeezing and hostile. Worse than the graveyard and worse than the mill, the hospital was stained with decades of suffering. The emotional imprint was a tangible force that hit her like a train and made her want to crumple to the floor. It was all Keira could do to close herself to the sensations and hope her emotional barriers held up to the onslaught. Like a child closing its eyes when faced by a monster, the defence was paltry, but it was all she had.
