The Distant Promise
The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s did not ring with the clear, metallic clarity it once possessed, but with a dull, bruised thud that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, a sound so heavy and oppressive that it felt less like a summons and more like the closing of a coffin lid. I sat in the damp, stone-walled cell that had become my entire universe for the better part of a decade, the...
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