The Distant Temple

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Thorne, you’re letting the ink bleed again. The voice was not in the room, yet it carried the dry, papery rasp of a man who had spent forty years breathing in dust and old glue. Elias Thorne looked up from the ledger, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the mahogany desk, the wood splintering slightly under the pressure of his trembling fingers. Outside, the storm was not merely...

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