The Distant Temple

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You dream of the bell. It hangs in a tower that does not exist on any map of London, yet you know its weight, its cold iron skin, the way it sways with a slow, drunken grace. You are standing in the market square of a city that smells of wet wool and coal smoke. It is a place of stone and shadow, a city from an age before the steam engine, before the gas lamps, when the night was a true...

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