The Distant Joke
The bell tower of St. Jude’s did not ring. It cracked. A single, sharp fracture ran through the bronze lip, a jagged scar against the grey sky. The sound that followed was not a chime but a groan, a metallic scream that shook the dust from the rafters of the abbey hall. Brother Thomas stood before the altar, his hands pressed flat against the cold stone. He did not look up. He had heard it...
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