The Golden Harbor
The bell did not ring. It shattered. You stood in the nave of St. Jude’s, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and old stone, and watched the great bronze tongue swing in a broken arc. It was a sound that should have been holy, but it was not. It was the sound of bone snapping. It was the sound of the end of things. You did not flinch. You had long ago ceased to flinch at the breaking of...
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