The Faded Apartment
The bell did not ring; it screamed, a jagged tear in the silence of the valley. You woke not to the light of dawn, but to the weight of the iron collar, cold against the sweat of your neck. The wood of the cell had warped over the centuries, breathing with the dampness of the earth, and for a long while you lay still, listening to the groan of the timber. You are a man of the old law, a keeper...
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