The Golden Downtown
The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s Institute for the Deaf did not ring so much as it convulsed, a low, grinding moan that vibrated through the soles of Thomas’s shoes and into the marrow of his young bones. He stood in the atrium, a small, pale figure in a uniform that was too large for his narrow frame, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of light that cut through the high, arched...
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