The Distant Temple
The envelope sat on the desk, thick with the weight of banknotes, and I watched Vane’s eyes move over the paper as if it were a dead fly. He did not touch it. He simply looked at my hands, which were shaking so badly I could not keep the envelope flat, and then he looked at the clock on the wall, which ticked with a sound that felt too loud in the quiet room. "You are making a mistake, Silas,"...
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