The Distant Temple
The hall smelled of roasted pork, stale beer, and the metallic tang of old blood. It was a Saturday evening in the autumn of 1914, and the Great Hall of the University of St. Jude’s was decked out for the Centennial Gala. Velvet drapes, the color of dried roses, hung from the high ceilings, swaying gently in the draft that came from the open doors. Candelabras cast a flickering, golden light...
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