The Distant Temple

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The ledger lay open on the oak table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and old rain. I traced the line for "Silas Vane, Seal-Carver, Grade IV," my finger hovering over the debt column, a sum that had grown fat over ten years like a tumor in the belly of a man who eats too much and works too little. The Guild Master, Thorne, sat across from me, his double chin resting on his collar, watching...

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