The Distant Whispers
The bell did not ring. It shattered. The sound was not a noise but a violence, a tearing of the air itself. Eleanor stood in the center of the nave, her hands raised to her ears, watching the great bronze tongue of the sanctuary bell fall through the wooden frame. It crashed against the stone floor with a finality that silenced the wind outside. The dust settled. The light, which had always...
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