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A FRONT DOOR OF ROTTED WOOD LET US INTO A COURTYARD guarded by gas lamps that flickered above gargoyles and angels, their features disintegrating on the old stone. A staircase led to the first floor, where a rectangle of light marked the main entrance to the hospice. The gaslight radiating from this opening gave an ocher tone to the miasma that emanated from within. An angular, predatory figure observed us coolly from the shadows of the door's archway, her eyes the same color as her habit. She held a steaming wooden bucket that gave off an indescribable stench.
"Hail-Mary-Full-of-Grace-Conceived-Without-Sin! " Fermín called out enthusiastically.