The Distant Temple

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The roof came off. It did not blow. It fell. A groan, low and wet, like a dying whale. Then silence. Then the rain. I was seven. Or eight. Time is a liar in the archives. I stood in the corridor of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Unsound. The ceiling above me was gone. Patches of grey sky stared down. Cold air hissed. "Run," said Thomas. Thomas was my shadow. My shadow was a man. He worked the night...

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