The Distant Temple
The bell at St. Jude’s Asylum for the Unwell and Unsanctified did not ring; it groaned, a low, tectonic shudder that traveled through the stone floor and up into the marrow of anyone who stood near it. It was the sound of a world trying to hold itself together while rotting from the inside out. Elias Vane sat in the corner of the Refectory, his back pressed against the cold wall, his hands...
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