The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bell rang. It was not a sound. It was a fracture. Silas looked at the clock. The hands did not move. They were painted. Red. Like dried blood. Or rust. He touched the face. Cold. Smooth. Porcelain. The tower was silent. Too silent. Dust motes danced in the shaft of light. They were not dancing. They were falling. Slowly. Down. Down. Down. He checked his pocket. The tuning fork. Brass....

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