The Distant Legend

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The bell rang. It was not a church bell. It was iron. It hung in the tower of the Abbey, old and rusted. It rang because the fire had taken the east wing. Mara stood in the courtyard. Her hands shook. She held her ledger tight. The leather was warm. The ink was wet. She was the keeper of the archives. She was also the keeper of the silence. The air smelled of smoke and wet ash. People ran. They...

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