The Faded Frequency

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The bell in my dream is whole, and it rings with a sound like ice breaking on a river. In the waking world, it sits on the mantelpiece, a hairline fracture running through its porcelain throat, silent and dead. I am twelve years old, and I want to fix it. I want to glue the pieces back together so that when I strike it, it will not only ring, but it will tell the truth. My mother, the...

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