The Distant Temple
We drove into the city of Veridia on a Tuesday, the kind of gray, rain-slicked Tuesday that makes the asphalt look like black glass and the streetlights smear into long, bruised halos on the windshield, and I remember thinking, with a calmness that frightened me, that I was not going to be able to save my brother from the weight of his own ambition, which was a strange thing to think because...
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