C60 Bells in the Stone

Greyspire woke slowly.

The bells that rang from the citadel tower were not loud, but they carried—a resonance more felt than heard. Cobblers looked up from worn boots. Bakers paused mid-knead. Children stopped mid-game, their eyes lifted to the spires.

The flame had returned.

Inside the Heartplace, the fire continued to bloom. Not in hunger, but in invitation