The Distant Temple

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The dream was always the same, a recurring loop of wet stone and the smell of ozone. In the dream, Silas stood in the courtyard of the Abbey, the great bell tower looming above him like a finger pointing at the indifferent sky. He was not alone. Beside him stood his father, though his father had been dead for three years, his face unlined and bright with a health that Silas could not recall...

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