The Distant Promise
The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s cracked. It did not ring. It shattered, a sound like wet wood splitting, sending shards of bronze raining down into the mud of the churchyard. The village of Oakhaven, huddled in the valley where the mist never quite lifted, fell silent. Not the silence of peace. The silence of a held breath before a scream. Thomas stood in the nave. He was twelve. His...
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