The Distant Temple

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The shrapnel did not tear through the wool uniform of Major Elias Thorne so much as it rearranged the geometry of his afternoon, a jagged, red punctuation mark in the grey, soot-stained air of the bunker where he sat, his hands steady on the telegraph key, his eyes fixed on the Morse code blinking on the screen like a dying star. He was forty-two years old, which meant he was old enough to know...

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