The Distant Temple

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a soft, damp nothing. In the great hall of the Ashworth estate, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old stone. Seraphina stood by the hearth, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. She was a woman of quiet intensity, her face a map of lines drawn by years...

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