The Distant Temple

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a grey mist that clung to the stone facades and seeped into the joints of the old city. Elias Thorne sat alone in his office, the air thick with the smell of damp paper and decaying glue. He was forty years old, a man who had traded the warmth of family for the cold comfort of archives, and his hands trembled slightly as he held the brush...

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