The Distant Temple

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The bell rang at dawn. It did not chime. It screamed. Silas woke. His back ached. The ache was old. It lived in the vertebrae. It had been there for thirty years. He sat up. The room was cold. The stone was cold. The air tasted of iron and dust. He looked at the window. The light was grey. The light was wrong. It did not shine. It pressed. He dressed. The cloth was rough. It scratched. He did...

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