The Distant Temple
The leather strap of the satchel bit into Sir Aldric’s palm, the rough grain of the hide chafing against the calluses of twenty years’ service as he adjusted the weight of the iron key that lay cold and heavy in his grip, a physical anchor to the duty that had driven him from the damp barracks of London to the mist-choked foothills of the Scottish Highlands in the early autumn of the year 1342....
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