The Distant Temple
The ink was already drying on the ledger when Elias looked up, his pen hovering like a trapped insect above the page. "You missed the zero, boy," said Mr. Alderman, not looking up from his own work. The silence in the archive room was thick, a physical weight composed of dust and the low, electric hum of the fluorescent lights. It was a sterile, white-bone silence, the kind that exists in...
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