The Wistful Incense

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The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring. It cracked. The sound was not a tone but a shatter, a violent exhale of metal that tore the fabric of the quiet afternoon in Ashworth. It was a Tuesday. The rain had stopped three hours prior, leaving the cobblestones slick with a sheen that mirrored the bruised sky above. In the town square, where the fountain had long since run dry and the...

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