The Distant Temple

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The brass key is cold, slick with condensation, and it fits the lock of the steel box with a click that sounds like a bone snapping. You are Elias Thorne, fifty-two, and you have spent the last four hours alone in the basement of the City Hall, the air thick with the smell of damp paper and old dust. You want to clear your name, to prove that the fire in the records room in 1998 was an...

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