The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The bell rang. It did not ring for the hour. It rang for the end. The iron tongue swung against the bronze bowl with a sound like a bone breaking. In the courtyard of the Abbey of St. Jude, the air turned thick. The dust from the ramparts hung low. Men fell to their knees. Not in prayer. In shock. The sky above was the color of a bruise. Purple and swollen. Thomas stood by the gate. He held his...

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