The Distant Whispers

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The bell rang at dawn. It was not a church bell. It was the great iron clapper of the manor house, hung in the attic eaves, designed to signal the start of the harvest. But it rang alone. It rang without a keeper. It rang because the wind had shifted, or because the ghost of a servant had remembered a duty long forgotten. Elias sat on the edge of the bed. He was old. His joints were stone. His...

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