The Distant Temple

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The rain in Harrowgate did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors for the bruised sky. Arthur Vane stood before the iron gate of St. Jude’s Chapel, his knuckles white around the leather-bound ledger his father had left him, a heavy, cold weight in his hand. The gate refused to yield to his shoulder, to his hip, to the frantic, desperate...

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