The Distant Promise

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The bell in the tower did not ring. It screamed. A sound like tearing metal. Like a bone snapping in the dark. Silas Vane dropped his ledger. The ink bled. It soaked into the wood grain of the desk. It looked like blood. He stood up. His knees shook. The floorboards groaned under his weight. He was a man of cloth and calculation. He was not a man of stone. Yet the walls of the Foundry felt...

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