The Distant Temple

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The glass in Elias Thorne’s hand trembled, not from the cold, but from the weight of the crystal itself, a heavy, cut-water thing that caught the gaslight and threw fractured rainbows across the banquet table. He was thirty-two years old, a sergeant with a limp that had never quite healed, standing in the center of the Oakhaven Victory Hall where the air smelled of stale beer, roasting mutton,...

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