The Faded Frontier
The bell in the tower did not ring. It sat there, bronze and heavy, a mouth sealed shut. Elara stood in the square, her hands raw from the cold, watching the dust settle on the cobblestones. The town of Oakhaven was silent. The shops were shuttered. The people were gone, or so it seemed. They had fled the whisper. The whisper that said the bell was broken. That it had been broken for years....
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