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"The Lunar Temple Newcomer" by josephinefarine
The new initiate followed him closely. There was something strange about the way she moved: sometimes like his own shadow, lithe and elegant as a dancer. But he’d caught her stumbling more than once, and she approached stairs with peculiar care, as though she’d spent her whole life on level ground.
She’d arrived early that morning—“before the sun,” Elder Jokuh had explained, in that bemused tone he typically reserved for mathematical equations and anomalies.
“Sìo,” the Lunar Temple’s Head Astronomer had warned, a glint of amusement in his small eyes, “you wouldn’t be volunteering to show this newcomer around to get out of polishing the entrance floors, would you?”
Sìo had looked at the elder’s all-knowing half-smile—the kind all the senior astronomers wore like a mask over their wizened features—and wisely kept his mouth shut.
Oh, fine. He was eager to show this newcomer around, and it did release him from temple chores for the day. Perhaps he’d shown his enthusiasm a little too transparently, he considered, brushing a hand along the polished cherry oak of the railing. But in his defense, he was also curious about this person. Before they’d set off, Jokuh had pulled him aside and explained, in a hushed tone, that the newcomer was mute. And true enough, the Ixi hadn’t uttered a sound or a word all morning.
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