The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bell tolls. You strike it. The iron is cold against your palm, a dead weight that hums with a low, sick frequency. Dust motes dance in the shafts of grey light that pierce the stained glass. You are the Keeper. This is your duty. The sound is not merely noise. It is a command. It is the voice of the town, stripped of breath, forced into metal and motion. Below, the crowd gathers. They do...

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