The Distant Temple
The air in the basement of the St. Jude’s Community Center does not smell of damp or mildew, as one might expect from a space buried three stories beneath the cobblestones of Edinburgh, but of ozone, burnt hair, and the metallic tang of blood that has been allowed to sit too long in a copper basin. You are kneeling on the concrete floor, your knees aching with a dull, rhythmic throb that...
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