The Distant Temple

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The letter arrived with the dawn, smelling of ink and old rain. It was from the Council. It told him he was no longer a man. It told him he was a stain to be scrubbed from the map. He read it once. He read it twice. Then he folded it into a small, perfect square and placed it in his breast pocket, over his heart. Eleanor was already awake. She sat at the edge of the bed, her back straight, her...

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