The Distant Temple
The bell tower shook. Stone dust rained down on the square below. Thomas stood in the mud. He held a spear. The wood was splintered. He was not afraid. He was tired. The crowd gathered. They wore rough wool. Their faces were pale. They watched the tower. The tower was the heart of the town. It had stood for three centuries. It was made of gray stone. It was cold. It was silent. Thomas was the...
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