The Distant Metropolis

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The iron bell in the tower of St. Jude’s has not rung for three years, yet you know its weight, its cold bite against the air, the way it trembles in the throat of the night. It hangs there, a black eye staring down at the valley, and you stand before it now, your hands wrapped around the rope, the frayed hemp biting into your palms, pulling. It is a Tuesday in November, the kind of day where...

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