The Distant Temple
The train hissed, a sharp intake of breath that seemed to suck the warmth from the station platform. Elias Thorne stood by the gate, his hand still resting on the stone railing, feeling the grain of the rock under his glove. He watched Julian, sixteen and stiff in his new uniform, disappear into the carriage. The boy did not look back. Elias wanted to shout, to demand a glance, but the engine...
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