The Distant Temple

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The knife was already in Elias Thorne’s hand, the blade catching the tallow light of the great hall, as he reached for the roasted swan on the silver platter. He was forty years old, a captain in the Inquisition’s service, and his left hand trembled with a palsy that no physician could name. The Grey Withering, they called it in the lower wards, a localized affliction where the flesh did not...

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