The Distant Temple

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The letter was heavy, weighted down by the seal of the High Chancellor, a wax stamp that smelled of dried blood and old iron. I held it in my hands, feeling the texture of the parchment, rough and fibrous, like the skin of a man who has worked the soil for a lifetime. I was Elias, forty-two years old, a scribe of the third rank in the Imperial Court, and I had come to this window to read the...

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