The Distant Temple
Act I The sound the river makes when it quits moving is a heavy, wet silence that settles into the bones, and Lois Stroud remembers that specific quiet now, standing before the Charter Warden in the processing ring, the damp stone of the old Abbey walls sweating around them. She holds the desalination core, a cylinder of corroded brass and glass that weighs more than her body has carried in...
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