The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring for the dead, nor for the newly wed, but for the unwashed. It was a low, mournful toll that seemed to vibrate not in the air but in the marrow of the bones, a sound that tasted of rust and wet wool. I stood in the shadow of the archway, my hand resting on the hilt of the sword that was no longer a weapon, but a shackle. The leather of the grip...

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