C143 WHEN THE VILLAGES TURN A BLIND EYE

The bell of Ashfall Village rang once.

Then twice.

Then a third time—slow, methodical, and heavy with warning.

Elara stood at the edge of the stone balcony overlooking the village square, her hands resting against the cold railing. Below her, people gathered in nervous groupings. Not cheering and not celebrating.

Watching.

Waiting.

This was not the sound of welcome