The Distant Temple
The bell did not ring. This was the first anomaly, a silence that hung in the air of the Great Hall of St. Jude’s, heavier than the incense that had been burning for three hundred years, thicker than the dust motes dancing in the shafts of pale afternoon light. The bell, a bronze colossus named The Voice of Truth, was supposed to toll at the hour of the Inquisitor’s arrival, a sound that had...
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