The Distant Legend
The bell did not ring; it screamed, a discordant shriek that tore through the thick, stagnant air of the hall and shattered the silence of the afternoon. Margaret felt the sound not in her ears but in the marrow of her bones, a vibration that matched the sudden, violent trembling of the stone floor beneath her feet. She was not a soldier. She was a clerk, a woman of ink and ledgers, of quiet...
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