The Distant Temple
The letter lay on the kitchen table, its edges soft with the weight of days, a rectangular island in the sea of flour dust that coated the wooden surface. It was a summons from the High Court of the Province, written in a hand so cramped and precise it looked like a cage for the words trapped inside. It told Elias that his son, Thomas, had been conscripted for the Great Works, a labor draft...
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