The Distant Temple

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The crack in the porcelain bell ran like a vein of dried blood across the white glaze. Elias, twelve years old and thin as a reed, pressed his thumb against the fissure in the cold chapel air. He did not look up at the stained glass saints who watched from their high perches. He looked only at the bell, the only object in St. Jude’s Orphanage that still held a promise. The promise was simple,...

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