The Distant Temple
The fluorescent tube above Elias Thorne flickered with a low, dying hum, casting a sickly, intermittent pallor over the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air of the municipal library’s basement, a space that had been sealed off from the rest of the building since the water damage incident of the previous autumn and now served as a tomb for artifacts deemed too fragile, too obscure, or too...
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