The Distant Temple

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The iron gate groaned. It was a low, rusty sound, like a man clearing his throat in his sleep. I stood before it, my uniform damp with sweat and rain, the mud of the trench still caking my boots. Behind me, the factory hummed. The air tasted of coal smoke and wet wool. My brother, Elias, was inside. He had been inside for three days. "Let me in," I said to the guard. He was a boy, no older than...

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