The Distant Temple

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The feast was loud. It was wet. It smelled of boiled pork and stale ale. I sat at the head of the long oak table. My hands shook. I hid them under the tablecloth. The cloth was rough. It scraped my palms. I loved the scrape. It reminded me I was here. "Master Alden," said the steward. He stood tall. His face was pale. His eyes were cold. "The quota is met. The King is pleased." I nodded. I...

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