The Golden Song
The bell in the tower of Saint Jude’s did not ring so much as it coughed, a wet, rattling exhalation of iron on iron that seemed to pull the breath from the lungs of every man, woman, and child who stood in the square below, as if the air itself had been sucked out of the world in a single, catastrophic inhale. It was a sound that had no mercy in it, a sound that had forgotten the tune it was...
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