The Distant Temple

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The glass cracked. It was a hairline fracture. A whisper of white in the obsidian surface. I held it up to the light of the gas lamp. The beam fractured. Scattered. A tiny constellation trapped in the sphere. I smiled. My teeth were bared. A grin. Too wide. The mirror was a lie. I knew this. I had always known. But the lie was useful. The lie was warm. The town of Oakhaven was grey. Not the...

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