The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring at noon, as was the custom, but tolled a single, mournful note at the hour when the light began to fail. It was a sound that seemed to rise not from the metal tongue within the tower, but from the earth itself, a vibration that settled in the marrow of the bones of everyone gathered in the square. I stood among them, a figure in the grey wool...

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