The Distant Temple

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The quill bit into the vellum with a sound like a dry twig snapping under a boot. My hand, steady for the first forty-two years of my life, was not steady now. It trembled against the cold stone of the desk, the vibration traveling up the arm and settling in the teeth. The ink did not sit in the well; it moved, a slow, viscous pulse that seemed to breathe with the rhythm of my own failing...

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