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Chapter One The heat in the coastal town was a physical weight, pressing against the stone walls until the air itself seemed to curdle. Fernand Barbier, the temple gardener who had not been paid for a season, stood on the docks at first light, the smell of brine and rotting kelp thick in his nostrils. He held a pair of scales, their weights short, in his hands, the metal cold against his...
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