The Distant Temple

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The fire started in the west wing. Maren watched the smoke curl through the rafters. It tasted of ash and old wool. She did not run. She stood by the window. The glass was hot to the touch. She held a small iron key in her hand. It was cold. It was heavy. It was the only thing in the room that did not burn. The house was dying. The beams groaned. The floorboards cracked. Maren felt the heat on...

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