The Distant Temple

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The feast hall smells of roasting goose and stale beer, the air thick with the sweat of two hundred people who believe they are free. You are twelve, your hands cramped from holding a quill, and you want only to finish the Grand Ledger before the solstice fire dies out. Master Halloway stands at the head of the table, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference, watching you not as a boy but...

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