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Short storiesThe Cursed WordIn the heart of a vast lonely meadow, a tower struck by the spell has been living on this deserted land for centuries. Within it, a bell that formerly served villagers of an old-time. Only now, it is known for its unstoppable ringing, and never does it cease to cry. There has been no rest to her singing for whoever came across the old tower. About this eternal sound, a strange legend that crossed the ages lives through the mystified minds who passed by. [Read more] | |
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