The Distant Temple
The bell tower of St. Jude’s did not ring on the morning of the fire; it simply collapsed, a slab of ancient limestone shearing off the sky with a sound like a giant breaking a bone. The dust cloud swallowed the square, turning the morning light into a bruised, suffocating amber. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the debris, his uniform torn, his face a mask of soot that made him look less...
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