The Distant Temple

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The hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone. It was a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the velvet drapes and the polished oak floors. Sir Julian stood at the head of the table, his spine straight as a rod of iron. He did not eat. He watched. The candlelight flickered, casting long, trembling shadows that danced across the faces of his court. There were forty guests. Forty pairs of...

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