The Distant Temple

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The map was damp in your hands, the ink bleeding into a brown smear where your thumb had rested for an hour. You held it open to the section marked Veldt, the paper thin as onion skin, the lines of the river blurred by the cold sweat of your palms. You were thirty-two years old, a scribe of the Imperial Archive, and you were running. The snow fell in thick, wet clumps, sticking to your...

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