The Distant Temple

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The smell hit Elias first, a thick, coppery tang that coated the back of his throat before the sound of the gears began to grind. He stood in the yard, the November wind biting at his ears, and watched the mill. It was not a building. It was a mouth. "Thorne." The voice came from the office window, high and thin. Elias straightened his spine, the movement costing him a sharp spike of pain in...

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