The Distant Temple

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In the soot-choked court of the Iron Ministry, Zeynep Arslan clutches her silver brooch, which whispers her true age. She is thirty-two, a clerk of modest standing, and the annual purge is three days hence. The brooch is cold against her palm, a chill that does not come from the room but from the bone beneath the skin. It signals the rapid decay of her body, a fact she has tried to ignore since...

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