The Distant Temple

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The air in the vaulted hall did not smell of rot, as one might expect from a place sealed for three centuries, but of ozone and dried lavender, a scent that clung to the back of the throat with a persistent, cloying sweetness. I stood at the edge of the circular dais, my boots heavy on the ancient flagstones, and looked up at the figure that had consumed the last twenty years of my professional...

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