The Golden Cellar
The bell in the tower of the old mill did not ring so much as it screamed, a jagged, metallic shriek that tore through the grey afternoon and shattered the silence of the village of Oakhaven, where the air had already grown thick with the scent of wet wool and impending rain. It was a sound that had not been heard in forty years, a sonic weapon that turned every head in the square and sent the...
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