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The fever had settled into the marrow of my bones before the bells of Saint Jude’s began to toll their hollow, bronze warning across the fog-choked streets of the ancient city, a sound that seemed less like a call to prayer and more like the heavy, rhythmic thrashing of something vast and unseen dragging itself through the dark waters of the earth. I sat upon the cold stone floor of my narrow...
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