The Distant Temple

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The iron gate of the Foundling Home was banging against the stone wall, a rhythmic, metallic shriek that tore through the grey afternoon. You were not supposed to be there. You were twelve years old, thin as a wire, and you were running. Not away from the guards, but toward the window of the Director’s office, where the light was thick and yellow, smelling of varnish and old paper. Inside, Mr....

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