The Distant Threshold

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The bell tower cracked. It split along the seam, a jagged line of white against the grey stone, bleeding dust into the morning air. I stood at the base. My hands were steady. They had always been steady. The town slept. Or so it seemed. The windows were dark. The cobblestones were wet with a rain that had stopped an hour ago. I held the iron key. It was cold. It bit into my palm. My name is...

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