The Golden Harbor
The bell did not ring; it screamed, a jagged shriek of bronze that tore through the humid silence of the abbey’s lower crypts, waking the dust and the dead alike. Elara stood frozen in the center of the circular chamber, her hands still raised to catch the falling chime, her fingers trembling not from fear but from a sudden, violent clarity that settled into her bones like ice. The Great Bell...
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