The Distant Temple

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The vial was cold in Elias Thorne’s hand, a sliver of glass holding a liquid the color of bruised plums. He stood in the shadow of the magistrate’s manor, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and impending rain. Inside, the banquet lamps burned low, casting long, wavering shadows against the wallpaper. Elias was an apothecary, a man of precise measurements and quiet dignity, yet tonight...

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