The Distant Temple
The bell did not ring. It hummed, a low, tectonic vibration that rose through the soles of my shoes and settled in the marrow of my bones. I stood at the edge of the Obsidian Gate, a structure of black glass that seemed to drink the light of the twilight. Behind me, the University of St. Jude’s lay in a hush of snow, its spires sharp as needles against a bruised purple sky. Before me, the path...
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