The Distant Ghost
The bell tower shuddered. It did not ring. It screamed. A sound like tearing iron ripped through the fog, shaking the cobblestones beneath Elias’s boots. He stood at the base of the Spire, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sudden, violent awareness of his own bones. The city of Oakhaven lay below him, a grid of soot and gaslight, but the air above was thick with the scent of ozone...
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