The Distant Temple

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The rain against the windowpane of the study was not a sound so much as a pressure, a constant, rhythmic drumming that seemed to seep through the old glass and into the very marrow of the house. Arthur Penhaligon sat at his desk, the leather chair creaking under the weight of his decades, and stared at the manuscript before him. It was a text on cyclical history, a dry academic treatise he had...

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