The Distant Temple

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The black oak did not creak in the wind, but in the silence that followed it, a sound like a rib snapping under a hydraulic press, and Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron in his mouth and the contract already trembling in his hands, the ink wet and smelling of the cheap solvent he had used to sign it, a testament to the desperation that had driven him to the office at six in the morning to...

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