The Wistful Cipher

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The bell did not ring. It cracked. A sound like a dry branch snapping under a boot, but louder. Deeper. The bronze mouth of the town clock shuddered, a hairline fracture spidering across its face. The village held its breath. Then, the silence. Not the quiet of sleep. The quiet of a grave being filled. Silas stood in the square. His hand was raised. The hammer was gone. He had been the Keeper...

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