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Submitted to Contest #300
There was once a village perched high on the cliffs of the northern coast, where the wind never stopped singing, and the sea seemed to listen. It was called Iridale, a place so tucked away from the world that maps never bothered to mark it. The people there lived with the tides, with the gulls, and with the bell towers-three of them carved from white stone that glowed lavender at dusk.Each morning, the bells rang-not to signal time, but to greet it. Each tone was tuned to a different emotion: one for joy, one for sorrow, one for memory. It w...
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