The Distant Wound
The bell did not ring. It screamed. It was a sound like tearing iron. A high, thin shriek that drilled into the bone of Elias’s skull. He stood in the center of the hall, his hands still raw from scrubbing the floor. The dust had not settled. It swirled in the air, catching the pale light from the high windows. “Elias,” said the voice. It came from everywhere and nowhere. It was the voice of...
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