The Distant Temple

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The rain in 1912 did not wash the city clean; it merely made the grime slicker, a cold varnish over the cobblestones of St. Jude’s Asylum. Elara Vane stood at the foot of her father’s bed, her hands folded tightly in her apron, watching the rise and fall of his chest, a motion as mechanical and indifferent as the clock on the wall. She was forty years old, a head nurse with a reputation for...

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