The Distant Temple

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The iron seal burned against my palm, a cold fire that seeped through the leather grip and into the bone of my wrist. I was Elias, thirty-two, a border warden of the Highlands, and my concrete want was simple: deliver the captured heretic, Silas, to the Inquisitor by dawn. If I failed, my pension would be revoked, and my sister, Margaret, would rot in the debtors’ prison for the medical debts I...

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