The Distant Temple
The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s did not ring; it screamed, a high, thin wail that tore through the thick, damp air of the valley and shook the very foundations of the stone house where Silas Thorne lay awake. He was not asleep, of course, but the dream had held him with the tenacity of a leech, dragging him back into the mud-slicked trenches of a war that had ended three years prior, a...
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