The Distant Temple

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The seal was cracked, the wax black and cold in Thomas’s palm. "Brother Thomas." The voice came from the doorway, low and gravelly, cutting through the damp chill of the scriptorium. Thomas looked up from his work. His mother had been dead for three years, buried in the crypt beneath the nave, but the silver reliquary still sat on his desk, a cold weight against the wood. He had not touched it...

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