The Distant Temple

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The fog rolled off the Mersey in thick, grey waves, swallowing the iron skeletons of the docks and the soot-blackened facades of the counting houses. Margot Ashworth stood alone in the center of the Grand Hall, her heels sinking into the worn velvet of the Persian rug. She was twenty-three, or perhaps twenty-four; the years had blurred into a single, continuous ache of waiting. The air smelled...

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