The Distant Temple
Yuna Tanaka woke with the taste of cold ash in her mouth. "Did you hear that?" her sister, Keiko, had written in the last letter, the ink still faintly wet on the page. "The river has stopped singing. The men say it is a sign." Yuna had not replied. She was too busy counting the coins in the tin beneath the floorboards, coins scraped from the coach line where she worked as an indentured...
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