The Distant Temple
The bell tower of St. Jude’s rang at dawn, a hollow, iron sound that shook the dust from the rafters of your attic. You sat by the window, your hands wrapped around the cold brass key, feeling its weight like a small, dense star. Outside, the city was waking. It was a city of soot and steam, of clattering carriages and the black breath of factories that turned the sky the color of a bruise. The...
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