The Distant Temple

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"Put the pen down, Elias. You are finished." Mara’s voice was thin, stretched tight over the silence of the archive. The room was cold, a damp chill that settled in the joints, but the air smelled of old vellum and the sharp, metallic tang of iron gall ink. I did not put the pen down. My hand was steady, though my vision had begun to blur at the edges, a grey mist creeping in like fog over a...

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