The Distant Temple
The bell did not ring, but the sound was there, a physical weight pressing against the inside of Thomas Alden’s skull, a deep and resonant thrumming that vibrated in his teeth and hummed in the hollows of his bones. He woke on the stone floor of the scriptorium, his cheek pressed against a cold slate tile, the smell of damp oak and old parchment thick in the air. For a moment, he believed the...
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