The Distant Summer

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The bell rang. Not a church bell. A bone bell. It cracked the sky open. Rain fell upward. Into the clouds. Silas stood on the parapet. His hand was cut. Blood dripped. Red beads on gray stone. He looked at his fingers. They were not his. Or they were. It did not matter. The city of Oriel was burning. Not with fire. With light. A white, blinding light. The people below ran. They screamed. Silas...

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