The Distant Blade
The bell did not ring. It shattered. A sound like breaking ice. A scream of metal. The great bronze tongue of St. Jude’s hung in tatters. Smoke poured from the tower. It smelled of hot oil and fear. Miles stood in the nave. He was small. He was still. The candles flickered. The shadows danced. They looked like fingers. They reached for him. He did not run. He waited. The doors burst open. Light...
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