The Distant Temple

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The vial in Elias Thorne’s breast pocket was cold, a small, heavy stone against his ribs. He stood alone in the basement archive, the air thick with the dust of centuries and the smell of decaying paper. His hands trembled. It was the tremor of a man who had spent forty-two years sorting the sins of others, now confronting the one he had hidden best. The audit was in an hour. The Minister would...

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