The Distant Temple
The bell tower of St. Jude’s did not ring; it shuddered, a deep, tectonic groan that seemed to rise from the marrow of the earth itself, and in that single, catastrophic moment, the illusion of order that had held our small, dust-mote town together for three centuries fractured like a pane of glass struck by a stone. I remember the taste of iron in my mouth, the metallic tang of fear that...
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