The Distant Temple

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The iron bit into Elara’s throat, a cold weight that tasted of rust and old blood. Sir Thomas Bradshaw stood before the High Council, his boots scuffing the damp stone floor. He did not look at the judges. He looked at the collar. It was black iron, thick as a man’s thumb, fitted with a mechanism that clicked softly when the wearer breathed. "Your Grace," Thomas said, his voice flat and dry....

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