The Distant Garden

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The bell in the steeple did not ring. It screamed. A jagged, metallic shriek tore through the fog that had swallowed the city of Oakhaven, turning the grey morning into a bruised purple. Thomas Bradshaw felt the vibration in his teeth before he heard the sound. He was standing in the workshop, his hands still wrapped around the handle of the mallet. The strike had been meant to be soft. A...

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