The Distant Temple

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The bees left in the night. Maren watched the empty hive from the window of her study, a square of dark wood in the side of the manor. The glass was cold. Outside, the wind tore through the bare branches of the oak. It was a dry, brittle sound. Like old paper tearing. She turned back to the table. The journal lay open. The ink was still wet. She had written the words *sugar* and *wax* and...

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