The Wistful Throne

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The bell cracked. It split down the middle. A clean fracture. Like a bone. We heard it from the tower. The sound was not a toll. It was a scream. Then silence. I looked up. Thomas was looking at me. His face was pale. The dust from the bell hung in the air. Golden motes. Dancing. "Go," I said. He didn’t move. "Thomas. Go." He ran. I stayed. The town below was small. Stone streets. Narrow. Dark....

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