The Wistful Silence

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The bell tolled not for the hour, but for the fracture. It was a sound that did not enter the ear so much as it cracked the ribcage of the world, a sonic event that shattered the glass of the sky into jagged shards of indigo and bruised purple. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the Hall of Echoes, his hands still raised as if to catch the falling light. He was a man of precise...

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