The Distant Temple

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The candle flame did not flicker, but it bent, a long, blue neck stretching toward the parchment as Brother Thomas Bradshaw hunched over his work, his left hand a crumpled leaf of tendon and bone that refused to obey the rhythm of his right. He was forty years old, though the palsy that had seized him three winters past had aged him into something resembling a man of sixty, a state of decay he...

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