The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The bell did not ring. It shattered. I was standing in the nave of St. Jude’s, the stone floor cold through the soles of my leather boots, when the great bronze tongue of the sanctuary bell tore free from its yoke. It did not fall with the heavy, dull thud of metal striking stone. It crashed with a shriek, a metallic wail that vibrated in my teeth, and the sound that followed was not a tone but...

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