The Pale Fracture
The Great Bell of St. Jude’s hung in the tower like a bruised eye, its bronze skin split by a hairline fracture that wept a low, persistent hum. It was the year 1342, and the air in the city of Oakhaven tasted of iron and impending winter, a flavor that twelve-year-old Elias could feel settling into his teeth. He stood on the scaffolding, his fingers wrapped around the cold iron rung, watching...
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