The Distant Temple
The jade compass in Elara’s palm grew warm, a low hum vibrating against her skin like a trapped insect. She looked up from the ledger, her fingers white-knuckled around the brittle spine, and met the gaze of Director Halloway. He stood by the window, the afternoon light catching the dust motes that swirled in the stagnant air of the St. Jude’s Municipal Library. "The foundation is sound,...
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