The Distant Temple
The bells of St. Jude’s did not ring so much as they groaned, a deep, metallic tearing that seemed to split the sky above the valley in two. It was not the clear, bright clang of a morning chime, but a low, sustained wail that vibrated in the teeth and settled in the marrow. Elias Thorne stood on the high balcony of the citadel, his hands resting on the cold stone railing, watching the smoke...
0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews