The Wistful Skyline

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The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s cracked not with a sound, but with a silence that swallowed the town whole. It hung there, a heavy, black tongue against the grey sky, vibrating with a frequency that made the teeth ache. I stood in the churchyard, my boots caked in the wet clay of the parish, watching the congregation trickle out into the mud. They did not look at me. They looked at their...

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