The Pale Tower
The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s had been silent for three weeks, a hollow, metallic absence that hung over the town of Millhaven like a bruise on the air. It was not that the mechanism had broken, though the gears inside the tower were old and rusted with the kind of neglect that comes from long years of being taken for granted. It was simply that no one had rung it. Not since the morning...
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