The Distant Temple

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Act I In the Stockholm archipelago, winter does not arrive; it accumulates, layer by grey layer, until the world is a single, held breath of ice. Ragna Jensen stood at the head of the refectory table, the linoleum floor cold through the soles of her boots, her hands trembling as she presented the annual ledger to Abbot Thorne. The room was heavy with boiled cabbage and damp wool, the air still...

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