The Golden Farce
The bell rang once. It hung in the tower. The sound was thin. It cut the air. It did not echo. It died quickly. Elias stood in the square. He held the stone. It was cold. It was heavy. It was a cornerstone. It bore a seal. The seal was gold. The gold was fake. It was brass. It had been polished. It shone under the sun. The sun was high. The light was hard. It bleached the color from the...
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