The Distant Whispers

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The bell tower cracked at dawn. It did not fall. It did not shatter. It simply split. A seam of white light tore from the apex to the base. The stone groaned. The sound was wet. It was the sound of a bone breaking under a cart wheel. Silence followed. Then the fog rose. It was not mist. It was thicker. It had weight. It smelled of iron and old rain. It swallowed the village. It swallowed the...

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