The Distant Temple

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Act I Could a man truly save a soul by trapping it? Hiroshi Yoshida asked the question aloud to the mud, which only sucked at his boots with a wet, greedy patience. He was thirty-two, a clerk for the granary tax office, and his hands shook not from cold but from the weight of the sealed decree in his satchel. The road to the Distant Temple was a scar of thorn and wire, the Tōhoku scrubland...

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