The Wistful Crossroads

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The bell did not ring. It cracked. One moment, the great bronze tongue hung in the tower of St. Jude’s, swaying with the autumn wind. The next, a fracture split its center. A jagged line of ruin. The sound was not a tone. It was a scream. It shook the dust from the rafters. It shook the bones of the old mason, Elias. He stood on the scaffolding. His hands trembled. He looked down. The village...

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