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The Debt of Hollow Bells
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Maren laughed, sharp and scared. "I bury the dead. I don't take orders from them." The polite voice sighed. "You misunderstand. I am not dead. I am the thing that makes your bells work. Stop feeding me names, and I will stop. But then so will they."
Maren made her choice fast. "Then we stop," she said. "No more waking the dead. Let them keep their last words." The voice went very still. "You would give it all up?" "Yes." The humming faded from the air. One by one, six hundred bells fell quiet, and for the first time in years the graveyard was just a graveyard.
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