The Distant Temple

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Thorne. The name was called out by the foreman, a dry, papery sound that cut through the humid air of the factory floor. Elias Thorne stopped walking. He was forty years old, and his knees ached with a persistent, grinding cold that had nothing to do with the weather. He turned to face the man, whose face was a map of soot and exhaustion. The factory was a cathedral of iron and brick, St....

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