The Distant Temple

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14th December, 1912 I counted the coins in my pocket three times before I left the banquet hall, forty-two silver florins and a handful of copper, the exact sum owed for the final week’s labor on the spire, a weight that felt both substantial and terrifyingly light against the heavy wool of my coat. The air in the nave was thick with the smell of roasted goose and stale beer, the tables...

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