The Distant Temple
"Did you hear the bell?" It was a simple question. It hung in the air, thin and sharp, like a wire stretched across a frozen lake. Thomas did not answer. He sat on the floor of the cell, his back against the cold stone. The stone was damp. It pressed a coldness into his spine that he had known for three days. Three days. It felt like a century. It felt like a second. "I heard it," he said...
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