The Distant Temple

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The ledger said forty-two years. That was the count. Forty-two years of ink, of parchment, of the cold stone floor under your knees. You were Elias, a scribe in the Kingdom of Aethelgard, and the number mattered because the debt was due. Your brother, Thomas, lay in the infirmary wing, his breath rattling like dry leaves in a tin can. He had the Rot. The skin was gray, the eyes sunken, the...

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