The Distant Clue
The bell did not ring. It was a fact that sat in the air like a stone in the mouth, heavy and cold, defying the rhythm that had governed our lives since the first frost. I stood before the high window of the scriptorium, the glass fogged by the heat of the ink and the breath of my companions, but I could not see the courtyard below. I could only feel the absence of the sound that should have...
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