The Distant Legend

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The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring for the dead, as was custom, but for the living who were being devoured by their own hunger. I stood in the nave, my fingers stained with the black ink of my ledger, watching the congregation shuffle toward the altar with the heavy, shuffling gait of men who had forgotten how to hope. The air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old stone,...

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