The Distant Legend

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The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring on its own; it was the wind, a low and mournful thrum that vibrated through the stone walls and into the bones of the men who sat in the back row of the pew, their breath visible in the cold November air. Thomas Ashworth sat with his hands folded tightly in his lap, the leather of his gloves cracked and dry, staring at the dust motes that...

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