The Echo of the Frozen Bell

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The fog in Oakhaven did not merely drift; it clung to the cobblestones like a shroud, smelling of coal smoke and old regrets. Clara stood before the ruins of St. Jude’s, a skeletal remains of a church that the town had forgotten, but which Clara remembered with a visceral, pulsing hatred. She stepped into the crypt, her boots clicking against the damp stone. In the center of the room lay a...

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