The Distant Legend
The bell on the tower of St. Jude’s rang for the first time in forty years. It did not chime. It screamed. A low, grinding shriek that vibrated in the teeth of everyone within earshot. I stood in the square, my satchel heavy against my hip, and watched the rope swing wildly. The crowd gathered around me, a dense wall of wool and damp wool, their breath misting in the cold November air. They...
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