The Distant Temple

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The soup was thick as tar and smelled of iron and old wool, and I told my brother, Thomas, that if he did not stop staring at the bowl with such hungry, desperate eyes, I would throw the whole pot out the window into the moat. He flinched, his shoulders hiking up to his ears, a small, broken bird trapped in a cage of his own making. We were sitting in the kitchen of the manor, a room so dark...

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