The Golden Visit
The blade of the great bell, a monstrosity of cast bronze the size of a cathedral nave, swung in the heavy, leaden air of the tower room with a momentum that defied the simple laws of gravity, a pendulum of history and debt that Thomas Bradshaw had spent forty years of his life learning to respect, to calculate, and to fear, as he stood upon the narrow, rain-slicked iron grating that served as...
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