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... or people to slap their own faces on them. He stood at the end of a long, narrow chamber lined with dangling chimes and metal plates. Sand dusted the floor in a mean, thin layer. The far door had a bell rope that looked too easy.
"Silent Hall," he said. "You move from this door to that rope. If a chime sounds, the counter ticks. If a plate scrapes, the counter ticks. If your spell hum exceeds one breath, the counter howls. Lowest ticks wins. Try not to breathe like you’re running from a ...
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