The Distant Temple

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The ink is wet. The candle gutters. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and your hands shake not from the cold of the November night in 1893, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the debt. You want only one thing: to sell the estate. The deed is signed, the seal pressed. The money will go to St. Jude’s Hospital, to the ward where your mother, Margaret, lies fading into a white...

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