The Distant Temple

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The iron bar bent like a reed in the gale, the sound it made a shriek that tore through the humid, coal-thickened air of the Blackwood Foundry, and I stood there, not with the grace of a dancer or the precision of a surgeon, but with the raw, animal persistence of a man who had forgotten how to breathe except in short, ragged gasps, my hands slick with sweat and the reddish dust of the embers,...

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