The Distant Temple

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The ink was still wet when the first knock came, a sound so sharp it seemed to crack the silence of the parlor like a whip. I did not look up from the ledger. The quill trembled in my hand, not from fear, but from the sheer, physical weight of the words I had just etched into the parchment. Outside, the coal smoke of Blackwood Mill hung in the low sky, a thick, grey blanket that smelled of...

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