The Golden Visit
The bell in the tower did not ring; it screamed. It was a sound that tore through the misty dawn of the kingdom, a jagged shard of bronze noise that cut the silence of the valley like a blade. Margaret stood at the window of the high chamber, her fingers wrapped tightly around the iron grille, knuckles white and trembling. Below, in the square that had once been the heart of the town’s quiet...
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