The Distant Temple
Chapter One Could a mark on paper outweigh a man’s life? Ofelia Loera, thirty-two, held the decree under the single bare bulb of the archive, her fingers tracing the smudge of ink that contradicted the official record of her brother’s treason. The room smelled of dry dust and old paper, a scent that had settled into her pores over ten years of service. She was not a soldier, nor a judge, but a...
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