The Distant Temple

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The letter lay on the oak table, the seal broken, the ink still wet. I read it twice. The Duke’s command was simple: burn the Book of Mercy. My hands, which had been steady for thirty years, began to tremble. The palsy had started in my left index finger, a small twitch that the court physicians called a divine judgment. I had hidden the truth of the inkwell in my desk, the one that whispered...

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