The Distant Temple

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The ledger was wrong. Silas Vane did not look up. His pen hovered over the paper. The ink was black. It was too black. The rain hit the window. It tapped. A rhythmic code. He was a clerk. He counted numbers. Numbers did not lie. People did. The house was old. It leaned. It leaned into the fog. Outside, the trees were bare. They stood like bones. They had no leaves. They had no fruit. Silas was...

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