The Distant Temple

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The coal chipped under the tongs with a sound like a small bone breaking. Arthur Vane did not look up. He sat in the high-backed chair that had once belonged to his father, the leather cracked and cold against his spine. The room was a cube of darkness, save for the single gas lamp that hissed in the corner, casting a jaundiced light over the desk. On the desk lay the file. Not a criminal case,...

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