The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring; it cracked. It was a sound like a bone snapping inside a drum, a wet, heavy fracture that echoed through the cobblestones of the town square and into the marrow of your legs. You stood there, your hand still raised, the heavy oak mallet resting against the bronze tongue, the vibration traveling up your arm and settling in your chest. The...

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