The Faded Ruin
The bell of St. Jude’s did not ring to summon the faithful to vespers, nor to mark the hour of the Lord’s death, but rather to shatter the heavy, suffocating silence that had settled over the valley of Oakhaven like a shroud of wet wool, a sound that was less an announcement than a physical blow to the chest, a bronze scream that tore through the stillness of the afternoon and ripped open the...
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