The Wistful Silence
The bell did not ring. It simply ceased to exist, a sudden absence of sound that was louder than any toll. One moment the great bronze mechanism was vibrating, sending its deep, rhythmic pulse through the stone floor of the Great Hall; the next, it was silent, cold, and inert. I stood in the center of the chamber, my hands still raised in the motion of striking the clapper, though I had not...
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