The Faded Ruin
The bell tower of St. Jude’s did not ring, for there was no bell left to ring, only a hollow bronze mouth that had been shattered in the night by a force that no one could name and no one dared to speak of, and in the silence that followed the breaking, Elias Thorne sat in the dusty choir loft, his hands wrapped around the jagged, rusted shard of the instrument that had once sung the hours to...
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