The Pale Tower
The bell tower did not ring, which was the first wrongness, for the iron tongue had been struck by the dawn watch for three hundred years without fail, a rhythmic hammering of sound that shaped the days of the village of Ockham into distinct, digestible slices of light and shadow, yet on this particular morning the silence was not merely an absence but a physical weight, a thick, woolen blanket...
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