The Golden Quest
The bell in the clock tower of St. Jude’s didn’t ring to mark the hour. It screamed. A jagged, metallic shriek that tore through the damp November air, shattering the silence of the cobbled square and turning heads toward the ancient stone face of the building. I was standing there, my hands buried deep in the pockets of my wool coat, watching the dust settle from the cracked glass of the...
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