The Distant Legend
The bell in the tower did not ring; it screamed. A high, thin shriek that tore through the morning fog and shattered the glass of the high windows, sending shards of ice-cold light dancing across the stone floor of the barracks. We were on our knees, praying for the end of the world, but the world did not end. It merely changed shape. The Captain stood in the center of the room, his hand...
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