The Distant Temple
The bell of the textile mill did not ring so much as it convulsed, a violent, metallic shriek that tore through the fog and shook the dust from the rafters of the dormitory where Elara stood, her hands still trembling from the night’s labor. It was the year 1894, and the town of Oakhaven was a place of iron and coal, where the sky was perpetually bruised by the smokestacks of the Ashworth...
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