The Distant Temple

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The bell rang at six. It always rang at six. It was a heavy sound, dull and final, like a stone dropped into a deep well. I sat at the table in the hall. The wood was cold. My hands were cold. Across from me sat Father Thorne. He did not look up. He was cutting an apple. The knife was sharp. It glided through the skin with a wet, precise sound. "You are late," he said. His voice was dry. Like...

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