The Distant Temple
Chapter One In the year of our Lord 1912, the air in Rome did not merely circulate; it conspired, carrying the dust of the Tiber and the metallic tang of the new industrial age into the lungs of those who dared to breathe it deeply. Marco Sartori stood at the center of the banquet hall of the Imperial Academy, his thirty-four years of life compressed into the tight, starched collar of his...
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