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Act I The debt was a thing of paper and blood, and Hamish Toshach knew the weight of it better than he knew his own name, for the temple granary had called in the loan of his father’s labor, a debt paid in the slow grinding of his knees on the salt flats, and now the machine was coming to take the place of the crew, leaving him with nothing but the air in his lungs and the memory of the...
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