The Distant Machine

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The bell tolled for the third hour. You counted. You always counted. The sound was a physical weight, a leaden stone dropped into the well of your chest. It shattered the quiet. It shattered the air. You held your breath. The stone in your hand was cold. It was smooth. It was the only thing that remained of the tower. The wind howled outside. It scraped against the glass. It sought the cracks....

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