The Distant Temple
The voice that called out across the smoke and ash was not the one Arthur Vane had expected, but the harsh, barking command of a German officer standing atop the rubble of the University library, shouting his name as if it were a citation for a crime. Arthur stood in the center of the destroyed reading room, the air thick with the acrid taste of burning paper and wet plaster, his forty years of...
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