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The silence that fell over the Hall of Whispers was not merely an absence of sound, but a physical weight, a dense and suffocating fog that pressed against the eardrums of every soul present, a testament to the terrible, unspoken truth that the Great Bell, which had rung for three centuries to mark the passage of the hours and the turning of the seasons, had finally cracked, a fissure running...
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