The Distant Temple

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Elias Wren dreamed of the glass. It was not the clear, sterile pane of a modern window, but the thick, iridescent sheet of cathedral glass, stained with the memory of centuries of rain and soot. In the dream, he held it in his hands, a perfect square of fragile blue that sang a low, humming note when the wind from the North Sea touched its edges. He could feel the vibration in his teeth, a...

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