The Distant Temple

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The foxgloves in the courtyard of the Abbey of St. Jude had always been the color of old bruises, a deep, arterial purple that seemed to pulse with a slow, terrible heartbeat beneath the limestone flagstones. They did not die when the frost came, nor did they wither when the summer heat baked the earth into a hard, white crust; they simply stood there, immutable, their bell-shaped blooms...

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