The Distant Temple

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The cellar door was iron, heavy with rust, and it would not yield to the leverage of Thorne’s shoulder. "Open it," he growled, his voice rasping against the smoke that had already begun to curl from the gatehouse. "The men are bleeding out, and you sit there with the willow bark and the foxglove, hoarding it like a miser with gold coins." Inside, the silence was not empty; it was a held breath,...

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