The Faded Dust
The bell tower cracked. It did not shatter, not at first. It simply split, a long, jagged scar running from the apex to the base, releasing a groan that shook the dust from the rafters. Caelan stood in the courtyard, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. The stone was warm. The sun was high. The air tasted of chalk and old sweat. He looked up. The crack widened. A piece of masonry fell....
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