The Distant Temple

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Act I The air in the cellar tasted of wet stone and old paper. It was a flavor I knew by heart, the taste of duty swallowed dry. I am Rosa Ivo, thirty-two years old, senior inquisitor of the Order of the Silent Bell, and I stood before the new novice, a boy no older than sixteen, who clutched a ledger to his chest as if it were a shield. The Grand Archive’s seal had to be secured by midnight....

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