The Distant Threshold
The bell did not ring. It cracked. You felt the vibration in your teeth before you heard the sound. A low, grinding groan that started in the floorboards and climbed up your legs. The great bronze beast in the tower, the one that had kept time for three hundred years, split open like a ripe fruit. Molten metal wept from the fissure. It hit the cobblestones with a hiss. The smell of hot copper...
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