The Distant Temple

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The rain had not stopped for three days, and the basement of the Municipal Archives smelled of wet wool and the slow, sweet rot of paper. Elias Thorne, forty-five years old and wearing a suit that had seen better decades, sat at his desk with a ledger open before him. He was cataloging the city’s forgotten records, a task he had chosen specifically because it was the last thing he could do...

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