The Distant Temple
The scanner hummed, a low, droning B-flat that had become the soundtrack of my life, and I stared at the glass platen where the page should have been blank. "Mr. Thorne, the audit is in four days," Halloway said, his voice flat and dry as the dust on the shelf behind me. He did not look up from his ledger. "The provenance of the Temple collection is incomplete. You have twenty years of service,...
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