The Distant Temple

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The parchment was thin, brittle as a bird’s wing, and it smelled of the damp cellar where it had been stored for three years. Elias Thorne held it with both hands, his knuckles white against the wax seal that had cracked down the center, and he read the words of the Crown for the third time, his eyes tracing the ink that promised a final accounting of his brother’s debt. The sum was modest,...

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