The Golden Ritual
The bell tower collapses. You hear it before you see it. A crack like a gunshot. Then the roar. Dust fills the air. You cough. Your eyes sting. The city is gray. The sky is gray. Everything is dust. You are alive. That is the first thing. You are still breathing. Your armor is dented. Your sword is broken. You drop it. It clangs against the stone. You look up. The tower is gone. Only rubble...
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