The Distant Legend
The bell tower cracked on a Tuesday morning, the sound not a clang but a deep, geological groan that seemed to rise from the earth itself. The stone, ancient and pitted by centuries of wind, split along a hairline fracture that widened into a jagged mouth. Dust poured from the apex like grey rain, settling on the cobblestones of High Street where the market was just beginning to wake. It was...
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