The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The bell tower of St. Jude’s did not ring on the morning the sky cracked open. It was a sound like tearing silk, a high, thin shriek that pulled the fabric of the morning apart to reveal a void beneath, a starless dark that breathed with cold, indifferent hunger. I was twelve years old, standing in the courtyard with my hands tucked into the pockets of my woolen coat, watching the stone masonry...

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