The Distant Temple

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The Distant Temple The fog came in off the Firth of Forth like a slow breath, swallowing the harbour first, then the cranes, then the whole eastern shore of Leith until Edinburgh was nothing but a ghost of itself—hills and spires and the long grey spine of the castle perched above the mist like a thought you almost remembered. Eleanor Marsham stood on the sea wall with her coat pulled tight and...

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