The Distant Summer

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The bell was cracked. It had been for a decade, a jagged white line running from the lip to the base, splitting the bronze tongue in two. I held my hammer in the air. My knuckles were white. The air in the tower smelled of dust and old sweat and the metallic tang of fear. "Stop," said Elias. His voice was low. It did not shake. I looked at him. He stood by the window. The light caught the grey...

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