The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The bell did not ring. It shattered. The sound was not a clang, nor a crash, but a violent, wet tearing, as if the bronze throat of the Great Bell of St. Jude’s had been ripped open by invisible hands. It happened at the stroke of noon, in the deep, stone-walled crypt beneath the abbey, where the air tasted of damp moss and old blood. Thomas Bradshaw stood before the altar, his hands raised in...

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