The Distant Temple

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The paper was thin, brittle as old lung tissue, and smelled of the damp wool I had been sleeping in. I held it up to the single pane of glass, where the frost had formed in intricate, fern-like patterns that blocked the weak winter light. It was a summons, or rather, a refusal of one, signed in the heavy, looping hand of Abbot Cuthbert. It stated that the scriptorium would remain sealed until I...

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