The Distant Temple

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The air in the Blackwood Mill smelled of wet wool and rust. It was a thick, heavy scent that coated the back of the throat, a physical thing that settled into the lungs with every breath. Elias sat on the floor of the sorting room, his back against the cold brick, his hands wrapped around a tin cup of tea that had long since gone cold. The steam had long since died, leaving only the bitter...

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