The Distant Wound
The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring on Sundays anymore. It had been silent for three years, ever since the Council voted to silence it, citing the noise complaints from the new residential developments on the ridge. Elias Thorne sat on the worn pew, his knees knocking together, the rhythm of the wood against the floorboards the only sound in the nave. He was not praying. He was...
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