The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

"Give me the bell," I said. My voice cracked. It was a dry, scraping sound, like a cart wheel grinding over gravel. Father Thomas looked at me. He did not move. His hands were folded in his lap, white and thin as bird bones. The light in the chapel was gray. It came through the high windows, dusty and cold. "You will break it, Elias," he said. "I will ring it." "It is not yours to ring." "It is...

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