The Distant Temple

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The gate was always made of wet limestone, slick and crumbling, standing alone in a field of grey fog. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of chalk in his mouth, the recurring dream having stripped the night of any comfort. He was forty years old, an archivist at the Municipal Records Office, and he had spent the last three years waiting for a letter that would change his life from temporary to...

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