The Distant Temple

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The bell hung in the void. It was bronze. Cold. Dead. Thomas stood before it. His boots sank into the gray dust. The dust was fine as ash. It coated his lungs. It coated his soul. He was a captain. Or he had been. The rank was a phantom now. A ghost in the sleeve of his tunic. He wore the uniform of the Guard. The uniform of order. The uniform of the State. But the State was gone. The State had...

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