The Faded River

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The Faded River

The bell tower stood silent. The stone was cold. Elias climbed. The air tasted of dust. He was a prisoner of the clock. Not by iron bars. By duty. By guilt. He held the key. It was small. Brass. Worn smooth. The teeth were dull. The bow was cracked. It fit his palm like a scar. He had carried it for years. It was the only thing he owned. The only thing that mattered. The town below was grey....

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