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The breach bell had been tolling continually since the explosion on Thomas More Street. Over the weeks, the sound of the bell had often been met with indifference from some folks and ignored completely by others. Some didn’t care, some just couldn’t see the point of leaving the perceived safety of their squalid hotel rooms or apartments. Not tonight, though. This was different, and they all knew it. Almost everyone had made their way here now, and people were out rounding up the stragglers. Georgie was at the foot of the wooden steps leading up to the entrance to the White Tower, ticking off names as people arrived, checking them in. Built by William the Conqueror almost a thousand years ago, she could only begin to imagine the things that the walls of this place had seen in the millen
