The Distant Temple

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Act I I looked back from the ridge where the fog had swallowed the valley, and I saw the life I had left behind only in the shape of the pain in my hand. Three days ago, I was Kiran Yousafzai, a border guard with nine fingers and a duty that no longer fit. I held the withered lotus root my sister had pressed into my palm before she died, a thing of dried wood and cold heat. I wanted to cross...

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