The Distant Joke
The bronze bell hung in the center of the High Hall, a suspended monolith of tarnished metal that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it, casting a long, distorted shadow across the marble floor where the children stood in a silent, shivering line. It was not a clock, nor a weapon, but an instrument of calibration, a device designed to measure the resonance of the soul against the...
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