The Golden Downtown
The bell did not ring; it screamed. A raw, tearing sound that split the damp air of the Undercroft, a sound that vibrated in the marrow of my teeth and settled, cold and heavy, in the center of my chest. I stood before the iron gate, my hands trembling not from the cold, which was a dry, biting thing that gnawed at my fingers, but from the sudden, absolute clarity that had descended upon me...
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