The Gilded Bell

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The Gilded Bell

The Thames was low on the morning Zeke found it. It was November, and the fog clung to the mudflats like wet wool, the kind of fog that seeped through your coat and settled in your bones. Zeke was down there every morning at low tide, scraping barnacles off the pilings and dragging the occasional interesting object toward the surface. Most mornings, interesting meant a broken bottle or a rusted...

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