The Distant Temple

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The iron gates of the Ministry of Internal Harmony stood closed for the third consecutive winter, a heavy, rusted mouth that swallowed the light of the setting sun before it could touch the cobblestones. Elias Thorne stood before them, his coat too thin for the biting wind that whipped off the river, feeling the cold seep into his bones like a slow, liquid poison. He was a man of forty winters,...

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