The Distant Wound
The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s is cracked. You know this. You have known it since you were a boy pressing your ear to the bronze, feeling the vibration travel up your spine like a cold river. Now, the city of Oakhaven sleeps under a grey sky, and the crack is the only thing that holds the sound together. You are the Keeper. You are the one who listens. You are the one who fixes what cannot...
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