The Distant Temple
The transfer form lay on the desk, a white rectangle of bureaucratic threat, and Elias Thorne’s hands shook as he slid his pen across the signature line. He was forty-two, a senior auditor with twelve years of service to the Meridian Trust, and he was terrified. Not of the work, which was a dull grind of spreadsheets and variance reports, but of the building. The Oakhaven branch, a stone...
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