The Distant Temple
The bell did not ring at dawn, as was the custom in the valley of Ashworth. It rang at midnight, a sound so profound and shattering that the glass in the windows of the rectory vibrated until it hummed like a plucked string. It was the bell of St. Jude’s, the ancient stone tower that overlooked the village, and its tolling meant that the old master, Brother Thomas, had died. But it also meant...
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