The Faded Alibi
The bell of St. Jude’s did not ring; it screamed, a jagged shriek of iron that tore through the fog-choked morning and rattled the stained glass until the saints in the windows seemed to shiver in their painted robes. It was the third time that night the bell had tolled without a hand pulling the rope, and for the third time, the city had held its breath, a collective inhalation of terror that...
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