The Distant Ghost
The bell had rung for three hours, a dull, resonant thud that seemed to originate not from the tower but from the marrow of the earth itself, vibrating through the stone floor of the undercroft where Silas stood with his back against the cold, damp wall, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps that misted in the frigid air. He was not a man accustomed to fear, nor to the kind of visceral,...
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