The Wistful Cipher

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The bell tower of St. Jude’s had not rung in a century. It hung silent above the town of Oakhaven, a black claw against the pale sky. Inside its stone throat, the great bronze tongue lay cold. The dust was thick. It coated everything in a grey film. Time had stopped. Or perhaps it had simply run out. Eleanor stood before the belfry door. Her hands trembled. She was a detective of souls, they...

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