The Distant Temple

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The dampness in the archive does not smell like rot, but like wet ash, a scent that has clung to your wool cardigan and the leather binding of your gloves for three weeks now. You are forty-two, a junior archivist in the coastal town of Harrow’s End, and your hands, which used to steady the finest brushes for pigment restoration, now tremble with a fine, persistent vibration that makes the ink...

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