The Distant Temple

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The jar was made of thick, green glass, heavy as a stone, and it sat on the highest shelf of the pantry, above the flour and the salt. You knew it was empty. You had drunk the last of the tincture three days ago, a sliver of amber liquid that tasted of iron and old roses, and yet you kept the jar there. It was a monument to your own hunger. In the village of Oakhaven, time did not flow; it...

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