The Distant Whispers
The bell in the town square did not ring out; it broke. The sound was not a clang but a shudder, a violent shiver that ran up the iron frame and into the cobblestones beneath Elias’s boots. He stood there, his hands still raised in the mid-air of the toll, the hammer heavy and cold in his grip. The bronze lip of the bell had split, a jagged scar weeping dust. The resonance died instantly,...
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