The Distant Temple

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The shelling stopped at dawn. It did not fade; it severed. One moment, the air was a drum skin, tight with the thump of distant mortars. The next, silence. A heavy, wet silence that smelled of wet chalk and iron. Elias stood in the trench. He was not a soldier. He was a baker. He had been a baker in a town that no longer existed on the map. Now he was a refugee, a body in a coat too thin for...

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