The Pale Shadows
The bell did not ring. It shattered. Margaret stood in the hallway of the St. Jude’s archives. Dust motes danced in the grey light. The bronze bell lay in pieces on the floor. A shard caught her eye. It glinted. She picked it up. It was warm. It should have been cold. She looked around. The room was empty. The silence was thick. It pressed against her eardrums. "Margaret?" The voice came from...
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