The Distant Promise
The bell tolled. It did not ring. It choked. A wet, heavy sound, like a stone dropped into a deep, dark well. Ellis stood by the window. His hands were fists. His knuckles were white. The glass was cold. He pressed his forehead against it. "Are you ready?" The voice came from the door. Old man Silas. He held a lantern. The flame shook. The shadows danced on the stone walls. They were long. They...
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