The Distant Temple
The chandelier in the faculty lounge swung gently, casting fractured light across the crystal glasses and the flushed faces of the junior colleagues who crowded around Elias Thorne. He stood at the center of the room, a glass of heavy red wine in his hand, feeling the warm buzz of alcohol settle into his bones as he listened to the murmured praise for his new monograph, *The Purity of the...
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