The Golden Farce
I dreamt of a bell that had no sound. It hung in a tower of white stone, suspended by chains of iron that were not rusted but bright, polished to a mirror finish. It was a large bell, shaped like a tear, and when the wind from the north struck it, it did not ring. It merely trembled, a silent vibration that I could feel in my teeth and the marrow of my bones. I woke in the cold, damp air of the...
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