The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring with the clear, sharp bronze note that it had for three centuries; instead, it hummed a low, thrumming bass that vibrated in the marrow of my bones, a sound that felt less like a call to prayer and more like the grinding of tectonic plates shifting beneath the cobblestones of our quiet, dying town. I sat at my workbench, the smell of raw wool...

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