The Distant Temple
Chapter One Walter Stroud hauled the oak crate up the cellar steps, his lungs screaming a dry, rattling protest that drowned out the rain hammering the roof. The wood weighed nearly two hundred pounds, a burden that felt less like timber and more like the accumulated weight of every debt he had not yet paid. He set it down with a thud that shook the dust from the beams, his hands trembling not...
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