The Distant Temple

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The ballroom of the St. Jude’s Orphanage was a cathedral of light and dust, the air thick with the scent of roasting pork and the cloying sweetness of spilled punch. It was a feast, though not one meant for the eyes of the poor who sat in the back rows, their clothes patching the rough wool into a mosaic of desperate maintenance. Arthur Penhaligon stood at the edge of the dance floor, his badge...

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