A True Tone

Discipline is not an impulse; it is instinct. I asked what gave him that idea—when an ally stands motionless across the line, I do not break formation; I hold the flank. This morning, Tommy moved down from the shelf to survey the perimeter of the desk. Near the corner, he halted before an upright brass bell. he tested its metal rim with a deliberate tap of his knuckles. A clear, resonant chime vibrated through the grain beneath his boots. he squared his stance, grounded his balance, and listened until the hum settled into quiet. Every post needs a steady foundation.