The Distant Ghost
The bell in the tower did not ring to mark the hour. It rang to mark the silence that followed. For three days after the storm broke the western wall of the chapel, the sound had hung in the air like a bruise, a deep, resonant thud that the villagers of Oakhaven felt in their teeth. Elara Vance stood in the nave, her fingers wrapped around the hilt of a rusted key. The key was cold. It was the...
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