The Distant Nightmare

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The bell rang. It was not a bell of metal. It was a bone. A long, curved phalanx suspended in the iron frame of the Guildhall. It vibrated with a frequency that stopped the heart. Elara stood at the base of the steps. She wore the grey wool of the Archivist. Her hands were still. They had been still for three days. The air smelled of wet stone and old blood. This was the scent of the Order. It...

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