The Distant Temple

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The banquet hall of the Department of Public Order was a cavern of cold marble and polished brass, where the air smelled faintly of stale cigar smoke and expensive gin, a scent that clung to the velvet curtains like a persistent, invisible stain. I sat at the far end of the long table, my hands folded tightly in my lap, watching the other officers raise their glasses in a toast to the...

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