The Distant Temple

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The fire started at the gate. It ate the oak doors in seconds, turning the varnished wood to ash and smoke. Thomas Whitmore did not run. He stood by the window, his back to the inferno, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not been drawn in ten years. The heat pressed against his chest. It was a physical weight, a heavy, wet blanket of air that tasted of copper and burning resin....

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