The Distant Temple

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The feast was loud. It was wet. It smelled of roasted pork and stale wine. Thomas sat at the edge of the long oak table. His hands were still. They rested on the wood. He did not eat. He watched the liquid. It moved in circles. It was a mirror. "Drink, Thomas," said Lord Ashworth. The Lord’s voice was thick. It was like mud. He held a goblet of red wine. He smiled. The smile was wide. It showed...

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