The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bell tower cracked. It happened at dawn. A hairline fracture. Thin as a vein. I saw it from the scaffolding. I was up there. Fixing the louvers. My hands were steady. They are always steady now. They were not then. They shook. The wind was cold. It bit through my wool. I looked up. The stone wept. A single drop of water. It hit my cheek. Cold. Sharp. My name is Elias. I am the bell-ringer....

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