The Distant Temple

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You hold the bowl in your hands, feeling the cold seep through the ceramic, a sensation that mirrors the chill settling in your chest as the morning light filters through the dust-mote thick air of the workshop. The clay is wet, heavy, and alive, but it is also breaking. It has always been breaking, you realize now, even when it held its shape. This is the thing about the earth you pull from...

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