The Distant Nightmare

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The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s had not rung in forty years. It was a heavy bronze tongue, silent in its throat, but the wind that night tore a sound from it. A shriek. A warning. Elias Vance did not sleep. He sat at the desk in his study, the leather chair creaking under his weight. Outside, the rain lashed against the stained glass, turning the saints into ghosts. He was a man who...

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