The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The iron bell was cold to the touch, a weight that seemed to pull at the marrow of my fingers as I held it in the damp dark of the cellar. It had been three years since I had heard its voice, a whisper that lived in the metal, but today it rang without a striker, a single, mournful note that shattered the silence of the Abbey of St. Jude. I looked up, my breath catching in my throat, as the...

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