The Distant Temple

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The seal was red. Not the bright, arterial red of a wound, but the dull, clogged crimson of old blood dried on linen. It sat on the table before Arthur, a small, perfect circle of wax that seemed to pulse in the dim light of his workshop. Arthur did not look at it. He looked at his hands. They were stained with ink and wood dust, the fingers gnarled like the roots of the apple trees outside his...

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