The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-17 23:48:08 -

The bell did not ring. It struck. I heard it from the cellar. A low, bronze shudder that traveled up through the stone floor and into the soles of my boots. I stood in the dark. The air was thick with dust and the smell of wet wool. My hand found the hilt of my sword. The leather was worn smooth. It fit my palm like a memory. "Are you awake, Aldous?" The voice came from the hatch above. It was...

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