The Distant Blade
The bell tower of St. Jude’s stood not as a monument to faith, but as a jagged tooth against the perpetual gray of the industrial sky, its stone face pitted by decades of coal dust and silence. I dreamt of it every night, a recurring vision of its unyielding geometry, the way its shadow stretched across the muddy streets of Millhaven like a long, dark finger pointing at my door. In the dream,...
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