The Distant Temple

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The knife bit into the dough, and Elias felt the sting of the cut in his thumb before the blood welled up to mix with the flour. He did not wipe it away. He needed the iron, the life in the liquid, to wake the yeast. The cellar smelled of damp stone and the sour, sweet rot of the grain sacks stacked against the north wall. Above him, the Abbot’s footsteps were a rhythmic thud on the flagstones,...

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