The Distant Temple

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Elias held the vial to the light, watching the dark red liquid settle against the glass. It was his own blood, drawn that morning from the vein in his left forearm, the only currency the Court of Whispers accepted for the weight of his sins. He was thirty years old, a scribe for the King’s ledger, and he owed forty shillings for a debt incurred in the service of a dead clerk. The year was 1342,...

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