The Distant Temple

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The ink on the plate was black, but it was not supposed to be black yet. I held the chisel steady, though my hand shook like a leaf in a gale. It was 1912, and the city of Harrowgate smelled of coal smoke and wet iron. I was Elias Thorne, a master engraver, and I had until Friday to finish the "Temple of Justice" plate for the new city hall. The contract was large, the payment substantial, and...

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