The Distant Temple

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The ink in the scriptorium did not dry; it breathed, a viscous black tide that pooled in the hollows of the parchment and slowly, with a patience that mocked the human lifespan, began to form the distinct, sorrowful features of the dead. Brother Elias, whose hands were stained permanently violet from the work, watched the face of a child emerge from the margin of page forty-two, its mouth open...

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