The Distant Ghost
The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s has not rung in forty years, yet you hear it every night, a low, resonant thrum that vibrates in your molars and settles in the hollow of your chest, a sound so heavy it feels less like metal striking metal and more like the earth shifting beneath the foundations of the village. You are not from here, not truly, though you have lived in the damp stone cottage...
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