The Distant Temple
The bell tolled. It was a heavy, iron sound that shook the dust from the high beams of the infirmary. It did not ring for the hour. It rang for the sickness. Silas sat on the edge of the stone bench. His hands were bound by a simple rope. The rope was rough. It bit into his wrists. He did not move. He watched the pot on the hearth. The liquid inside was black. It boiled with a low, rhythmic...
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