The Distant Temple

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The ink was still wet on the vellum, a dark, glistening scar that smelled of iron and old blood, as Elias Thorne pressed his thumb against the edge of the paper to stop it from curling in the humid air of his workshop. He was fifty years old, and his hands, which had spent three decades tracing the veins of the world, trembled with a fatigue that sleep could not cure. He wanted to publish the...

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