The Distant Temple
The sky broke open above the village of Oakhaven not with thunder, but with a sound like tearing silk, a high, thin shriek that silenced the church bells and stopped the hands of the clock in the town square, leaving the sun suspended in a bruised purple twilight that never quite faded into night. The air tasted of ozone and old copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of the teeth and...
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