In that silence, the pounding of my heart was like a war drum. I feared, even in that dreadful loneliness, lest someone should overhear it. I feared the bells. They do not ring in vain. They call. I had been called. All the church was around me, and yet I knew I had to enter it. How can one enter what is omnipresent? The floor, the wall, and even the sky, were nothing but a senseless maze of flying buttresses and cold stone. I was lost. How could I find my way? How could I follow the bells’ ringing call?
The Church
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