The Distant Temple

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The train rattled north through the mist, a iron beast grinding against the rails as Arthur Vane clutched the obsidian compass to his chest. It was a cold morning in October of 1893, and the air smelled of wet coal and rust, the scent of the world he intended to order. Arthur, thirty years old and already wearing the gray of a man who had seen too much machinery fail, had spent the last six...

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