The Distant Temple

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The bell rang. It was a low, iron sound. It shook the dust from the rafters. Thomas felt it in his teeth. He was alone in the vault. The air was stale. It smelled of oil and old sweat. The walls were brick. They were sweating. A single lamp burned above the anvil. The flame was blue. It flickered. Thomas stood by the workbench. His hands were still. They were red to the wrist. The blood was...

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