The Distant Temple

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The fire came first. It did not creep; it announced itself with a crack that split the night air like a bone breaking. I was in the library, my back to the window, when the smell of charred pine hit me. I turned to see the roof of the old chapel, the one my father had spent forty years restoring, turning black against the moon. The flames were not orange. They were a pale, sickly white,...

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