The Distant Summer
The bell of St. Jude’s tolled its mournful, iron-throated hymn across the grey slate rooftops of Ashworth, a sound that seemed to vibrate not just in the air but in the marrow of the stones themselves, a rhythmic pounding that matched the frantic, hollow drumming of Caleb’s hunger, a hunger that was no longer merely for the bread that had long since rotted in his satchel but for the very...
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