The Pale Bridge
The bell in the tower did not ring for the hour, nor for the quarter, but for the breaking of the world, a sound so deep and resonant that it seemed to vibrate within the marrow of your bones, shattering the brittle silence of the manor house that had stood on the hill for three centuries, and in that sudden, deafening crash of bronze against the void, you understood with a terrible, clarifying...
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