The Distant Temple

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The hammer fell against the iron anvil with a rhythm that mimicked the slow, grinding turn of a millstone, a cadence that had long since ceased to be a sound and had become, for Arthur Penhaligon, a physical sensation in the marrow of his bones. He stood in the narrow, soot-stained alley behind the Whitmore Textile Mill, the heat of the forge pressing against his back like a heavy, damp wool...

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