The Distant Promise

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The bell tolled. It was not a sound of warning. It was a sound of inventory. You stood in the atrium. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and wet stone. Above you, the glass ceiling arched like a ribcage. It was vast. It was ancient. It was dying. Your brother, Julian, stood by the railing. He did not look at you. He looked at the chandelier. It hung by a single cable. The cables were...

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