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The morning fog had not yet lifted when the bells rang from the eastern watchtower . It was loud, urgent and uneven.
Queen Amira rushed to the balcony of her chamber. The sky was gray, heavy with a silence that seemed unnatural. She could feel it in her bones, something had shifted. Something dark. Her fingers gripped the stone rail as she looked