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... to from living in Whitehill. While the temple bells had been audible from the castle, there was enough distance to make them easily drowned out by the noise of the kitchen, lessons with Master Grenfell, or practicing in the courtyard. There, it was the small horologues that had regimented her day, with soft, unobtrusive chimes.
She groaned, rolling over onto her side and pulling the blankets around her ears. The noise was so loud that it was impossible to ignore, which meant the bells we ...
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