The Distant Temple

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The banquet hall of the Ministry of Temporal Corrections did not smell of roasts or wine, but of ozone and the metallic tang of erasure, a scent that clung to the wool of Edmund St. John’s waistcoat and settled in the back of his throat like a swallowed stone. He stood at the periphery of the room, a man made of grey ink and tired bones, watching the other clerks move through the air with the...

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