The Distant Whispers

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The bell cracked. It did not ring. It split down the middle, a jagged tear of iron that screamed across the sky like a wounded beast. Margaret stood in the nave, her hands still raised, holding the rope that was now just a frayed tail. The sound stopped. The silence was heavier than the stone. Around her, the congregation did not scream. They did not run. They simply watched. Their eyes were...

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