The Faded Root
The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s, a place of such heavy, accumulated silence that one could hear the dust settling on the floorboards, did not ring with the clear, bright tone of a summons to worship or a warning of fire, but rather with a deep, groaning rasp, like the sound of a man trying to exhale after holding his breath for a century, and it was this specific, broken sound that tore...
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