The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The bell in the tower had cracked. It was a hairline fracture, thin as a spider’s web, running from the lip to the center of the bronze. I saw it first because I was there, alone in the belfry, in the grey light of dawn, waiting for the sound that would signal the end of my labor. I am a bell-ringer. I am also a merchant of silence, though I do not sell it. I buy it. I pay for it with the years...

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