The Distant Temple

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The white walls of St. Jude’s did not absorb light; they rejected it. I woke to the hum of ventilation and the sterile scent of bleach, my head aching with the rhythmic thud of a seizure that had left me convulsing on the cold tile. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and I am an archivist who has lost his position, his reputation, and his mind, or so the men in white coats insist. I want...

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