The Distant Temple

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The bone was warm. That was the first thing I told them, standing in the center of the village square while the rain turned the cobblestones into slick mirrors. I held the shattered femur up to the light, the fragments clinking softly against each other like ice in a glass. It was not a metaphor. It was not a symbol. It was a piece of Thomas Bradshaw, and it was breaking in my hands. "It is a...

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