The Distant Temple

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The word on the desk changed. Elias Thorne looked down. It had been "death" when he left his office an hour ago. Now, in the cramped, cramped script of the Vellum Codex, it read "debt." The ink was black, wet, and smelled faintly of sulfur. He was a tenured professor of historical linguistics, a man who believed in syntax and semantics, not magic. But the Codex was the department’s last hope...

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