The Distant Temple

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The cane fields stretched out like bruised skin under the low, heavy sky of the island. The wind moved through the stalks with a sound like dry bones rattling in a bag. Antoine Reaux stood in the mud of the parade ground, his boots sinking into the wet earth. He was forty-two years old, but his hands looked like those of a man eighty. The iron collar around his neck was cold, a rusted band that...

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