The Distant Temple

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The cellar of the old estate was not dark, for the windows were high and narrow, admitting only a pale, watery light that turned the dust into a suspended galaxy, but it was cold, a physical weight that settled in the lungs and made the breath come in short, sharp gasps. Arthur Penhaligon stood in the center of the stone floor, his hands trembling not from the chill but from the vibration of...

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