The Distant Temple
The silver brooch weighed exactly four ounces and three grains, a fact Elias had determined by holding it against the kitchen scale for three consecutive days, checking and re-checking the needle’s trembling position in the dim light of the pantry. It was a heavy thing for a twelve-year-old to carry in his chest pocket, a constant, cool pressure against his ribs that he had come to associate...
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