The Pale Letter
The bell does not ring. It screams. A sound like tearing iron. You are in the square when the sky breaks. Not clouds. Not smoke. Just a rupture. A jagged line of white fire splits the azure dome of the city. It hangs there. Static. Silent. Then it falls. You run. You do not think. Your legs move. The cobblestones shake. Dust rises in a brown cloud. You see Elias. He is standing still. His arms...
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