The Wistful Silence

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The bell rang. It was a low, dull sound. Like a stone hitting wet clay. "Did you hear it, Thomas?" He did. He always did. His ears were sharp. His hands were steady. But his mind was far away. It was drifting in the grey mist that hung over the valley. The mist that smelled of iron and old blood. "Thomas?" The voice came from the doorway. It was Elias. The Guild Master. He was tall. He was old....

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