The Distant Temple

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The snow had not yet begun to fall, but the air bit with the sharpness of a blade, and I knew the roads would be impassable by nightfall. I clamped the leather satchel tighter against my chest, feeling the rigid spine of the Duke’s correspondence press against my ribs like a second, heavier heart. Clara stood at the gate, her face pale in the dying light, her hands clutching the iron bars as if...

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