The Distant Temple

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The smell of wet wool and rust hit Joana Almeida before she even opened the door of the room above the chandler’s shop, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of her throat. She was twelve, though she carried the weight of a woman who had already buried her mother to the Gray Hum, and her hands were raw from scrubbing the soot out of the seams of the coats she mended for the men who worked...

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