The Distant Temple

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The fog in Oakhaven did not rise from the river; it seeped up from the cobblestones, a cold, grey breath that tasted of damp wool and old iron. Elias Thorne, forty years old and hollowed out by the relentless arithmetic of poverty, stood before the Temple of St. Jude, his hands trembling not from the chill but from the weight of the chisel in his grip. He was a scholar of architecture, a man...

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