The Chimesmasters Society
Inside a hallowed bell tower at Syracuse, where an exclusive fellowship of students rings out a century-old tradition.
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In the lobby of Crouse College at Syracuse University stands a short, curly-haired boy talking to a group of friends. He occasionally glances at his watch, as if he’s anxiously awaiting someone’s arrival. At 11:30 a.m. he politely excuses himself and swiftly moves toward the elevator. He gets off on the third floor and walks to the end of a hallway, then into a vacant practice room. In the back corner there’s an old, wooden door.
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