The Distant Temple
The noise did not start with a bang, but with a shudder in the foundation that rattled the teacups in the cupboard and turned the morning light into a jagged, vibrating thing. You were kneeling on the kitchen floor of the old house on Mill Street, your hands pressed flat against the cold linoleum, listening to the groan of the timber. Your daughter, Elise, was standing in the doorway, her face...
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