The Distant Temple

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The ink is wet, Elias, and your hands are shaking so badly that the script runs like a river of blood across the parchment. You look up, expecting the Abbot’s face to be a mask of stern disapproval, but it is not; it is a mask of pity, which is far worse, because pity is the currency of those who hold the scales. The Abbot, a man whose robes are always clean despite the sulfur that stings the...

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