In a time of wood and iron. There was a perfect town, a beautiful town. A perfect beautiful town above a golden bell. Its bustle and glow only outdone by the heavens they praised, the town stood for years, its people in synchronous, and its brick wrought with immortal purpose. But the bell rung. An inevitable screech from the cracked golden beast pierced the ground. Each harrowing call hemorrhaging the concrete resting upon it. The town was left in rubble. As most towns built upon bells are...