The Distant Temple

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The champagne flowed like liquid gold in the brass pitchers, catching the gaslight of the Blackwood Asylum’s grand hall. Elias Thorne stood rigid in his new uniform, the wool stiff against his skin, a testament to the three months of grueling drills that had earned him this post. He needed the salary, a steady four pounds a week that would drown the debt his father had left like a rotting tooth...

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