The Distant Machine
The bell in the tower of the Blackfriars Abbey did not ring with the usual bronze clarity but with a sound like a bone snapping inside a closed chest, a deep, resonant thud that traveled through the flagstones and into the marrow of my legs, shaking the dust from the high rafters in slow, gray curtains that drifted down to settle on my armor, on the polished steel of my breastplate, and on the...
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