The Distant Temple

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The ink was black, viscous, and it would not wash off. I scrubbed my hands with lye soap until the skin tore, the water running red down the sink drain, but the dark stain remained, sinking into the whorls of my fingerprints like a second layer of flesh. I am Elias, forty-two, a scholar of dead languages, and I have until the winter solstice to finish the translation of the Temple Codex if I am...

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