The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bell tower did not ring at the hour of the flood, nor at the hour of the fever, nor at the hour of the silence that followed; it only hung there, a vast, rusted tongue suspended in the throat of the sky, waiting for a voice that would never come. It was a heavy thing, forged from iron and old sins, and in the grey light of the abbey’s undercroft, it seemed less like a metal instrument and...

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