The Distant Temple
Chapter One Does the shadow of a thing ever weigh more than the thing itself? I ask this because I am sitting in the pawnbroker’s back room at one hundred and nine of Corvid Lane, watching the light slant across the dust, and the scales on the table are lying to me. The weights are short, as they always are in this town, but the jade pendant in my hand feels impossibly heavy, a stone of cold...
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