The Distant Temple

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"Is it done, then?" The Chief’s voice was dry, like paper tearing. I stood in his office, the air thick with the smell of stale pipe tobacco and the damp wool of my coat. I held the ledger in my hand, its spine cracked from years of misuse. The numbers were clear, black ink on yellowed paper. A hundred thousand pounds, siphoned over a decade. My father’s signature was on every page. I had come...

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