The Distant Ghost
The bell of St. Jude’s did not ring; it cracked, a sound like a bone snapping under a heavy boot, and the vibration shuddered through the cobblestones until it settled deep in the marrow of your chest. You were seven years old, standing on the parish steps with your friend Elias, and the stone slab beneath your feet seemed to exhale a cold, ancient breath that smelled of wet limestone and...
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