The Distant Temple

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The glass broke first. Not the window. Not the mirror. The brooch. It sat on Sergeant Elias Thorne’s chest, pinned to the wool of his tunic. A shard of blue quartz, set in tarnished silver. It had been his grandmother’s. She had worn it to her wedding, and then to her funeral, and then, somehow, to every day in between for forty years. It was the only thing he owned that did not belong to the...

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