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The Bell That Rang After Midnight
In the coastal village of Greymoor, the sea never slept. Waves whispered against black rocks, and wind threaded through crooked chimneys like a breath searching for a mouth. Tourists came in summer for the views and left before autumn taught the cliffs their true language. The villagers stayed, wrapped in wool and habit, and obeyed one old rule: when the church bell rang after midnight, nobody opened a door.
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