The Golden Farce
The bell did not ring so much as it cracked the air open, a sound like a bone snapping in a quiet room, and in that single, shattering instant the city of Oakhaven forgot how to breathe. The sky above the cobblestones had turned the color of a bruise, a deep and swollen purple that bled into the streets, and the people who had been walking to market or returning from the tavern stopped, their...
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