The Distant Affair
The bell tower collapsed on a Tuesday. There was no wind. The sky was a pale, bruised grey, the color of old wool. Thomas heard the crack before he saw the fall. It was a sound like a bone breaking inside the earth. He stood in the square, the mud of the market street sucking at his boots, and watched the great stone spire twist. Dust rose in a white cloud. Then the stones tumbled. They hit the...
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