The Wistful Asylum

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The fire started at the bell tower. It was not a small flame. It was a tongue of white heat that licked the slate roof and swallowed the oak beams whole. I stood on the cobblestones of the Plaza, watching the sky turn a bruised purple. The bells rang. They did not ring with the clangor of iron striking iron. They rang with a voice. A low, thrumming hum that vibrated in the marrow of my bones. I...

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