The Distant Temple

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The trowel slipped from my fingers, hitting the wet mortar with a dull, final thud that seemed to stop the noise of the chisels around me. I did not look up, but I felt the weight of Master Aldric’s shadow falling across my workbench, a cold geometry that erased the light from the half-finished arch. He had called the mix "sloppy," a word that tasted of chalk and contempt, and in front of the...

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