The Distant Temple

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The silver pocket watch did not tick. It pulsed. A cold, rhythmic throb against Elias Thorne’s palm, matching no human heartbeat but the heavy, grinding rhythm of the steam engines outside. He stood in the center of the banquet hall, twelve years old and trembling, while his father, Silas Thorne, loomed over him like a statue of iron and malice. The room was thick with the scent of roasted...

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