The Wistful Silence
The bell in the tower did not ring for the dawn, nor did it toll for the midday heat, but it kept a steady, rhythmic heartbeat that I could feel in the marrow of my bones, a low thrumming vibration that seemed to originate not from the stone above but from the earth beneath the cobblestones, and it was this persistent, inescapable sound that first drew me to the window of my small, damp room in...
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