A Bell for Every Lie

The bell in the north tower rang once at midnight, though every student at Bellmorrow Academy knew it had been sealed silent for thirteen years. Siofra Vale heard it through the library floorboards, through the ink drying on her forbidden petition, through the small hard place behind her ribs where she kept every truth she could not afford to spend. By the time the sound died, the red ledger on the desk had opened itself to a page that had not existed ten minutes before.

This title is part of Galway Arts Universe, Book 0.