The Pale Shadows
The bell tower stood empty. It had stood for three hundred years. Now it was hollow. Elias climbed. His lungs burned. The stone was cold. He was old. His knees ached. He did not stop. He carried nothing. He was nothing. The city lay below. Gray. Damp. Silent. The fog rolled in from the river. It swallowed the streets. It swallowed the names. It swallowed the sins. Elias reached the top. The...
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