The Distant Temple

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The vial of laudanum sat in Clara’s palm, the glass cool and slick against her sweating skin, a small, dark promise of silence. She stood in the antechamber of the St. Jude Industrial Palace, the air thick with the smell of ozone and wet stone, watching her husband’s back. Elias Thorne, forty-two, Captain of the Night Watch, stood rigid before the Whispering Wall. It was a barrier of rough-hewn...

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