The Distant Temple

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The brass was cold, colder than the archive floor, and it hummed against Elias’s palm like a dying bee. “You’ve found it,” Mr. Thorne said, not looking up from his ledger. His voice was a dry rasp, the sound of paper tearing in half. “Put it back. Cataloguing is for the dead, Elias. We are not dead yet.” Elias did not put it back. He tightened his grip, the metal biting into his calloused...

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