The Distant Temple
The weight of the satchel had long since exceeded the capacity of Yelena Popescu’s spine. She remembered the moment the iron case first settled against her shoulder at the relay station, how the leather straps bit into skin that had been worn thin by years of hauling documents across the Rift. It was not a heavy load by the standards of the empire’s logistics, yet it felt as though she were...
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