The Distant Temple

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The air in the Archives smelled of dust and dried ink. It was a dry, brittle scent, like old paper skins. Elias sat at his desk. He adjusted his spectacles. The lenses were thick. They magnified his eyes, making them look wide and frightened. He was not frightened. He was precise. Precision was his armor. "Is it done?" asked Arthur. Arthur leaned over the partition. He was a tall man. His coat...

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