The Distant Temple

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The soup was cold. It sat in the silver bowl, a dull grey sludge of root and bone, trembling slightly as the chandelier above swayed on its chain. Elias held the spoon. He did not look up. "Is it poison?" asked the Duke. The Duke sat across the high table. His face was a map of wrinkles, deep and sharp. His eyes were bright. They did not blink. Elias looked at the soup. He tasted the air. He...

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