The Wistful Dinner
The bell in the tower rang seven times, but it didn’t sound like a bell. It sounded like a bone breaking. I stood by the window of the cottage, watching the mist curl around the old stone walls. My hands were shaking. They were always shaking now. The cold was in my bones, deep and sharp, like shards of glass. "Did you hear it?" I asked. My voice was thin. It scraped against the silence of the...
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