The Distant Temple

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The collapse of the mill did not happen with a roar, but with a wet, heavy sigh, a sound like a lung clearing of its last breath. You were standing on the bridge, your boots slipping on the slick mud that had turned the riverbank into a sucking pit, and you watched as the great wooden beams of the Ashworth Textile Factory folded inward, swallowing the sky. The dust cloud that followed was not...

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