The Distant Temple

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The air in Blackwood Manor tasted of rotting apples, a cloying sweetness that coated Elias Thorne’s teeth as he packed his trunk for the final shift. He was forty years old, a customs inspector of the Ministry of Antiquities, and this was the last job before his pension, the only thing standing between him and a quiet retirement in the coastal town of Whitby. The walls wept a viscous, amber...

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