The Wistful Dinner
The bell rang at dusk. It was a bronze beast, heavy and dull, hanging in the cloister of St. Jude’s. Elias struck it with a wooden mallet. The sound did not echo. It swallowed itself. In the old days, the note would have rolled over the hills, calling the villagers to prayer. Now, it called only the rats from the cellars and the silence from the walls. Elias was the Keeper. He had been the...
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