The Distant Temple
The ceramic bowl sat on the dashboard, secured by a strip of duct tape that was already peeling at the edges. It was a plain thing, white glaze, slightly asymmetrical, the kind of cheap utility ware you might buy from a gas station in a rural town. But to Elias Thorne, it was the center of the universe. It was the only thing that remained of the argument with his brother, Julian, which had...
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