The Distant Temple
Chapter One “You can’t grind it down to powder, Young-ho. You’ll lose the integrity of the compound.” The words hung in the damp air of the surveyor’s office, heavy as the wet wool coats drying on the hooks. I looked at the jar in my hand, the glass thick and clouded with age, and then at the Grand Minister’s face, which was as pale and thin as the winter light filtering through the...
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