The Distant Temple
The fire did not start with a spark, but with a sound, a low, grinding moan that rose from the deep foundations of the university library, a sound like a giant turning over in its sleep. Elias Vane stood in the center of the reading room, his fingers still resting on the spine of a book he had not opened in three years, and felt the heat hit his face before the smoke did. It was not the dry...
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