The Distant Temple

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Act I The dry cold of the steppe did not preserve the world so much as it held it in a breathless suspension, a vast, felled forest of giants where the timber had long since been hauled away, leaving only the white, knobby stumps that poked through the frost like broken teeth. In the border town of Keth, where two languages bled into one another over the sound of machine oil poured through a...

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