The Distant Temple

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The mirror in the dressing room was cracked. Not broken, just fractured. A spiderweb of silver lines radiated from the center where the glass had been struck by a heavy brass perfume bottle. Elias stood before it, twelve years old and trembling, watching the reflection of his own face shatter into a dozen disjointed pieces. His nose. His left eye. The curve of his jaw. Each fragment held a...

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