Contest : Some Kind Of Mystery
Sponsored by : Nette Onclaud
Date posted : January 12, 2026
At midnight sharp a bell tolls, but there's no tower near. The notes float and then melt within the crypt of sleep. I listen to the chime in dreams that linger without seeing. Everything is normal in morning, except for what I still hear.
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