The Distant Temple

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The estate sale was to begin in three days, but the cellar door was stuck, and the only key was in the dead man’s pocket. Margaret stood before the heavy oak slab, her knuckles white, her breath hitching in a rhythm that matched the dripping water somewhere deep below. She was forty-two, an archivist by trade, a widow by circumstance, and a woman who believed that if she could just organize the...

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