The Distant Temple

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The fog rolled in from the river, thick and wet. It tasted of iron and old mud. Sir Alistair stood by the window. He watched the water rise. The mansion was old. The walls wept. He felt the damp in his bones. He was the keeper of the house. He was the law here. The local magistrate had given him the seal. The seal was heavy. It sat on the desk. It looked cold. Alistair touched it. The metal bit...

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