The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bell tower cracked. It did not shatter. It merely gave a long, low groan, a sound like a bone breaking in the deep dark of the earth. Margaret stood on the scaffolding, her hands slick with sweat and dust, staring at the fissure that had just opened across the face of the great clock. It was noon. The sun was high and brutal, bleaching the stone of the city below to a pale, sickly white....

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