The Golden Suspect

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The bell did not ring. It broke. A sound like a rib snapping under a boot echoed through the stone nave of St. Jude’s. The great bronze tongue, suspended above the altar, swung in a slow, drunken arc. Dust rained from the vaulted ceiling. It settled on the pews. It settled on my hands. I was the Keeper. For forty years, I had been the Keeper of the Chime. My hands, once strong enough to hoist...

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