The Distant Temple

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The oak tree in the central yard of Blackwood Penitentiary began to weep a dark, viscous sap on a Tuesday morning, and by Wednesday, the smell of it had curdled into something metallic and sweet, like old pennies left in rain. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior corrections officer with twenty years of service, and your only desire is a quiet transfer to the administrative wing before...

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