The Wistful Crossroads

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The bell tower was not a building. It was a lung. Mara knew this. She had been climbing it for three days. Her lungs burned. The stone was wet. It smelled of rust and old rain. She was an exile. She had come from the south, where the air was dry and the people were quiet. Here, the air was thick. It pressed against her skin. It whispered in her ears. She climbed. The stairs were spiraled. They...

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