The Pale Tale
The bell of the Guild Hall rang three times, a sound so heavy and bronze that it seemed to shake the dust from the rafters and into the lungs of every man present, and I stood in the corner of the high-ceased chamber, my hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had gathered around me, a silence thick as the wool of my cloak and cold as the stone...
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