The Distant Temple

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The chisel struck the alabaster, and the sound was not the ring of stone but the wet thud of a bruise. Elias wiped his brow with a forearm that was slick with resin and sweat, the mixture staining the skin a dark, amber brown. He was forty years old, and his hands, once steady enough to carve the lintels of the county hall, now trembled with a fatigue that went deeper than the muscles. The...

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