The Distant Temple

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Act I Areeba Siddiqui remembered the weight of the ink before she remembered the pain, a heaviness that settled in the wrists like wet clay, binding the hands to the work. She had been forty-five when the first drop of black bled through the skin of her palm, a dark vein pulsing beneath the epidermis, and she had wiped it away with a rag that smelled of salt and old paper, convinced it was...

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