The Wistful Incense

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The bell tower did not fall with a crash, but with a sigh, a long, dragging exhalation of dust and stone that seemed to stretch the very fabric of the afternoon into something thin and brittle. I was standing in the shadow of the ruins, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the sudden, violent absence of the sound that had marked my days for as long as I could remember. I was twelve, a...

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