The Golden Song
The bell tolled. It was a low, bronze sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of the stone floor. Aldous stood in the center of the hall, his hands clasped behind his back. He watched the dust motes dance in the shaft of light that cut through the high, arched window. The air smelled of beeswax and old iron. "Is it done?" the voice asked. It came from the shadows near the door. "It is done,"...
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