The Distant Temple
It started with the smell of wet wool and the taste of copper in the mouth, a sensation so immediate and physical that Thomas could not tell for several minutes whether he was still lying in the narrow cot in the back of the van or if he had actually stepped out of the dream and into the gray, mist-choked valley where the old church stood, its spire piercing the low hanging clouds like a needle...
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