The Distant Temple

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The quill is wet. You hold it by the ferrule, the brass cold against the pad of your thumb, the ink black and viscous, smelling of iron and old blood. You are Elias, thirty-two, a junior clerk in the High Court of Saint Aldric, and you want to secure your permanent tenure by the winter solstice. The opposing force is the Court’s ritualistic hunger: every year, the Temple demands a soul to...

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