The Distant Temple
The inquisitor’s voice was a dry rattle, like the grinding of old hinges in a drafty chapel, and it began, as all truths in the Order of the Silent Veil began, with a question that was not a question at all but a demand for the surrender of the soul, for he asked not what had seen the light, but what had seen the blood. "Speak, Brother Julian," said Magistrate Aldous Thorne, leaning forward on...
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