The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The bell in the tower did not ring. It screamed. It was a sound that tore the air apart, a shriek of metal twisting against its own frame. Eleanor stood on the cobblestones of the courtyard. She watched the bronze face of the clock swing wildly. The mechanism was ancient. It had kept time for the Ashworth family for three generations. Now it was broken. Or perhaps it was waking up. The mist...

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