The Distant Garden

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The letter lay on the workbench, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and fear. It was from the Town Council, and it stated, in three flat sentences, that your contract to repair the Great Bell was revoked effective immediately. You read it twice, the paper trembling slightly in your hand, not from cold, but from the sudden, hollowing silence that had fallen over the workshop. The bell had rung...

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