The Distant Promise

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The bell tower stood like a broken tooth in the grey sky. It had been my anchor for twenty years. Every morning, the heavy iron clapper swung. It marked the hours. It marked my life. I was the Keeper. I was the voice of the Abbey. The monks were gone. The state had taken the stone. They needed the acoustics for their broadcasts. I was the last of the old order. I kept the silence. I kept the...

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