The Distant Ghost
The iron bell in the town square did not ring so much as it convulsed, a deep, shuddering groan of metal that vibrated through the cobblestones and up into the soles of my boots, a sound that felt less like an alert and more like the earth itself cracking open beneath the weight of our collective silence. I stood there, holding the heavy, leather-bound ledger in my hands, its spine cracked and...
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