The Distant Temple

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The wax seal in my pocket felt like a living thing, a warm, pulsing knot of tallow and resin that whispered my name against the thigh of my trousers as I walked through the rain-slicked courtyard of Ashworth Manor. I was twelve years old, a scribe’s apprentice with ink-stained fingers and a father’s debt hanging over me like a noose, and I wanted nothing more than to prove to Lord Ashworth that...

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