The Wistful Ashes
The bell tower cracked at dawn. It was a sound like a bone breaking in the dark. Silas stood on the roof. He held his axe. The wood was wet. It rained. He was a soldier of the Order. The Order kept the peace. They kept the silence. The city below was quiet. People slept. They dreamed of fire. Silas looked at the tower. It was the Eye. It watched the streets. It saw everything. It judged...
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