Inside, the place smelled of lemon oil and old disinfectant. Hallways yawned, lined with doors whose numbers had long since been scraped away. Light came through broken panes in strips, falling across the floor like the ribs of a ghost. Rooms kept their echoes: a rocking chair still poised by a windowsill, a child's shoe under a bed, a nurse’s chart pinned to a corkboard like an offering.