The Distant Temple

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The wind had teeth that morning, gnawing at the wool of my cloak and the dry grass of the moor. I stood at the edge of the path, looking back at the village that had birthed me, a cluster of stone and smoke shrinking in the mist. They called me wise. They said I had seen the shape of the world before it was finished. I did not correct them. To correct them would be to admit I had seen nothing...

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