The Distant Crown
The bell did not ring; it screamed, a high, tearing shriek that vibrated in the teeth and shattered the brittle stillness of the morning. I was standing at the edge of the courtyard, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, when the first shard of the tower’s face came down. It was not a stone, but a chunk of mortar and ancient brick, heavy and jagged, striking the cobblestones with a sound...
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