The Distant Temple
The ink on the ledger page was still wet, glistening with the humidity of the damp stone corridors, and Captain Elias Thorne knew, with the cold, absolute certainty of a man who has spent thirty years measuring the weight of human error in ounces of brass and pounds of law, that he was holding the instrument of his own execution in his trembling, gloved hands. He was not a man prone to fear,...
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