The Distant Whispers

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The chisel bit into the limestone, and the sound it made was a dry, hollow crack that echoed off the bare stone walls. I pulled the tool free, and a flake of grey rock tumbled from the chisel point, landing on my boot with a dull thud. The nave of St. Jude’s was cold, a damp cold that settled into the joints and stayed there, but my hands were burning from the lye soap I had used to scrub the...

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