At its apex, the tower held its crowning treasure: a massive, rotating circular dial. It was a marvel of horology and heritage. The numbers shimmered in delicate gold leaf, displaying the Ethiopian calendar, marking the passage of days in a rhythm that felt more celestial than mechanical. Below the date, the time glowed in two scripts: the elegant, rhythmic strokes of Ge’ez, the language of emperors and saints, and the utilitarian, clear-cut English of the world beyond the gates.
Tucked into the uppermost section, nestled within the marble arches like a heart in a ribcage, was the gilded bell. It was cast not for war or alarms, but for a singular, resonant purpose.

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