The Distant Temple

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2026-08-20 21:42:42 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell on the slate roof of the house in Dorset with a persistent, rhythmic tap, like a finger counting out a debt that could never be paid. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper. Arthur Penhaligon sat in his study, his back straight in the leather chair, his hands resting on his knees. They were large hands, once strong...

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