The Distant Temple
Chapter One I was counting the forty-seven of the Tannery Steps when the stone in my pocket began to hum, a low vibration that matched the rhythm of my own failing breath. The gritters had been out before dawn, leaving the cobblestones slick with a slurry of salt and ice that smelled of rust and old blood. I held the jagged fragment of obsidian in my palm, its edges biting into the skin, and...
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