The Distant Temple

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Thorne! The name hits the back of your skull like a hammer strike on iron. You flinch. Your hands, raw and weeping from the acid in the dye vats, stop moving. You are Elias, though the name feels loose in your mouth, a coin that does not quite fit the slot. You are thirty-two, a clerk at Vane’s Mill, and you are broke. Six months’ wages owed to the ledger. Six months of silence from your...

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