The Distant Temple

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The vial in Elias’s hand was cold, the glass slick with condensation, holding a sludge of black and grey that smelled of wet earth and old iron. He stood in the fog-choked street of Oakhaven, the town’s only sound the rhythmic creak of the cobblestones under the hooves of the morning delivery carts. Inside, Clara was coughing, a wet, rattling sound that had become the metronome of his life for...

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