The Distant Temple

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The jar sat in my palm, heavy as a stone heart, its glass cool and slick against my sweating skin. It was late, the kind of late where the fire in the hearth had burned down to a red, sullen coal and the only sound was the tick of the grandfather clock in the hall, marking time that felt less like a measurement and more like a verdict. I am Elias, forty-two, a master apothecary in the old stone...

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