The Golden Master
The bell tolled. It hung in the tower. It was bronze. It was old. It did not ring. It sang. It sang in the dark. It sang in the fog. It sang in the rain. It sang in the bone. Walter woke. He was cold. He was wet. He was alone. The cell was stone. The stone was damp. The damp was cold. The cold was deep. The deep was dark. He heard it again. The song. The bronze voice. It called to him. It knew...
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