The clock tower in Blackwood Haven hadn't struck the hour in thirty-seven years, yet every night at midnight, the cracked bell inside still rang thirteen times. Old Mrs. Pemberton claimed she could hear it from her attic bedroom three streets away, her paper-thin ears catching frequencies that shouldn't exist. She never mentioned it to the parish priest, though—only to her journal, in the...
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