The Distant Temple

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The bell did not ring. It screamed. A sound like tearing metal. It split the air of the valley. The sky turned the color of bruised plums. Then black. Thomas Vane felt the ground lurch. He was in his shop. The air smelled of sawdust and old oil. He dropped his chisel. It clattered on the stone floor. He did not pick it up. He ran. Outside, the world was wrong. The oak trees had bark like skin....

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