The Distant Temple

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The train hissed to a halt. Steam curled into the grey air. It smelled of coal and wet wool. Thomas stood. His knuckles were white. He gripped the cold iron bar. His heart beat hard. It was a drum in his chest. He stepped onto the platform. The crowd parted. Men in top hats. Women in long coats. They looked at him. Their eyes were flat. They did not see him. They saw a boy. They saw a tool....

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