The Wistful Saga
The bell tower stood alone in the square. It was a stone beast. Grey and jagged. The wind hit it hard. Thomas stood at the base. He held his rifle. The wood was cold. His hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. He looked up. The face of the clock was missing. A jagged hole. Like a wound. "Is it done?" A voice from the shadow. Thomas turned. Garrick stood there. He wore a red coat. It was old....
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