The Distant Temple

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The mist presses against the glass, a thick, wet grey that smells of rot and iron. You are Margaret Holloway, thirty-two, the Royal Astrologer of Aethelgard, and you are afraid. The King lies dying in the west wing, his breath a wet rattle that echoes through the corridors like a dying dog. You want him to live. You want to be right. But the Distant Temple, that jagged peak visible only through...

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