The Distant Whispers

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The bell in the tower of Saint Jude’s did not ring for the dead, but for the hours, and it rang now with a bronze, muffled thud that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He stood on the cobblestones of the High Street, the morning mist clinging to his wool coat like a shroud that refused to lift, and watched the carriage pull away. It carried no coffin, but a crate of silver...

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