The Distant Temple
Chapter One The pine barrens of Okinawa stretched out under a sky the color of bruised slate, a landscape scarred by fire and the relentless march of winter, where the wind did not howl so much as grind against the stone like a millstone turning on rusted iron. In the shadow of the lighthouse, where the relapse weather kept the world in a state of perpetual, damp suspension, Yuna Saito stood...
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