The Distant Temple

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Act I I am looking back at the afternoon the temple changed hands, a moment that feels like a distant echo from forty-two of the Ferry Slip, where the water used to run clear enough to count the stones on the bottom. I was fifty-two then, my hands already trembling with the specific decay of a man who has spent too long holding weight he cannot lift, and I was trying to sign the deed that would...

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