The Distant Temple

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The parchment was thin, brittle as a dried leaf, and smelled of sulfur and old flour. Elias Thorne read it twice. The seal was broken, the wax smeared with the red thumbprint of the High Warden. It was not a pardon. It was a bill of lading for his own body. Below the signature, in ink that had faded to the color of dried blood, was the list of crimes: spiritual insubordination, looting of...

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