The Faded Paradox
The bell tolled not for the hour but for the end of the world as we had known it, a deep, resonant thrum that shook the dust from the high rafters of the chapel and settled into the marrow of my bones, a sound that seemed to strip the paint from the walls and the life from the faces of the congregation, leaving only the stark, terrible truth of the accusation that had just been laid before the...
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