The Faded Photograph
The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. A single, jagged note that split the air above the city. You stood on the high wall of the keep. The wind was cold. It bit through your leather. It bit through your bone. You did not shiver. You had forgotten how to shiver. Below, the streets were empty. The people were gone. They had run into the shadows. They had run into the dark. You watched...
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