The Distant Temple

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The coat was black wool, tailored close, and it whispered. Elias Thorne adjusted the collar in the mirror of the archive office, the glass reflecting a face that looked older than his forty-five years. He was an archivist, a keeper of things, and for the past six months, he had been the sole custodian of the Whispering Wardrobe. It was a garment of such specific, terrible quality that it had no...

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