The Distant Temple

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The letter lay on the workbench, its edges yellowed and soft from the damp. Elias Vane read it for the third time, his fingers trembling slightly as he held the parchment. The King’s Chronometer was to be inspected. If it ran true, he kept his pension. If it failed, he was a beggar. The smell of oil and old brass hung thick in the air, a scent that had soaked into the fibers of his apron over...

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