The Distant Affair
The bell in the steeple did not ring; it screamed. It was a sound like tearing silk, a high, thin shriek that tore the sky open over the town of Oakhaven. It happened at the moment the first frost bit the earth, when the air was so cold it felt like swallowing glass. Silas stood in the center of his apothecary, his hands trembling around a mortar made of black basalt. He was a small man, dry as...
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