The Distant Temple

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The left hand of Sir Julian Thorne trembled. It was a fine, slender hand, pale as the lichen that grew on the castle walls of Highgate, yet it shook with a rigor that no cold could explain. He sat in the high chair of the Council, the oak armrests biting into his shoulders, and stared at the parchment before him. The ink was dry. The decree was signed. And the curse was his. He had sought the...

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