Closing Time
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The little brass bell above the door jangled with the entry of the day's final customers. The bell's discordant peel caught the attention of the proprietor who sat at his desk of age darkened oak tallying the days business in a black leather-bound ledger. Pankraz Voss moved with steady and practiced efficiency as he blotted the last of his entries with white sand and set aside his quill and stoppered the ink pot. Rising from behind the desk he nodded to himself in seeing everything was in its correct place. He smiled a small smile as he listened to the Kitin Bell's discordant chime sound four separate times.
The bell was green with age, about the size of an average espresso cup, inscribed with cuneiform characters
Sources
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humban
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chogha_Zanbil
