The Distant Temple
Act I Thyra Halvorsen, forty-two, had spent the last decade cataloging the municipal dead, a task that required a precision which her own hands, stiffened by the cold and the years, were beginning to fail. The reclamation yard on the northern cape was a place of rusted iron and frozen mud, where the wind did not blow so much as scrape, a constant, low-frequency hum that settled in the teeth....
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