The Distant Temple

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The letter lay on the desk, the paper thin and yellowed, smelling faintly of the damp cellar where it had been stored for three years. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, the knuckles white, while his right hand hovered over the inkwell, the nib dry and waiting. It was a denial of pension, stamped in red ink that looked like a bruise on the grey parchment. The fiscal year ended in nine days,...

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