The Golden Mirror
The bell rang at dawn. It was a dull, heavy sound, like a stone dropped into a deep well. Silas woke to the echo. He did not open his eyes. He lay in the dark, listening to the silence that followed the sound. The silence was thick. It pressed against his eardrums. He knew what the bell meant. It was the call. It had always been the call. Silas sat up. The sheets fell from his shoulders. They...
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