The Golden Echoes
The bell did not ring. It shattered. Silence rushed into the hall of St. Jude’s like cold water filling a lung. Elias stood in the center of the nave, his hands still raised, the bronze instrument suspended above his head. A hairline fracture ran through the metal. Then another. The bronze groaned, a sound like a man breaking his knees. He lowered his hands. The bell hung loose, swaying gently....
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