The Wistful Witness
The bell in the tower rang once. Then it stopped. Elias dropped the coffee cup. It shattered against the flagstones. Brown liquid pooled, soaking into the rough wool of his socks. He did not care. He stared up at the belfry. The great bronze bell hung silent. It should have rung for the hour. It had rung for two hundred years. It was the heartbeat of the town. It was the only thing that...
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