The Distant Temple

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The ledger sat on the wet table, its pages swollen with the damp, listing forty years of service and a pension that hung by a thread of ink. Elias Thorne counted the stakes in his pocket, three iron points sharp enough to bite into the earth, and looked out at the grey wall of fog that swallowed the valley floor. He was forty years old, his knees aching with a dull, persistent throb that spoke...

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