Chapter Fourteen
The joints between the stones were smooth, even after all this time, as perfect as a human hand could make them. Darna wondered what tales the temple could have told if it had a voice of its own, what memories had been lost with its priestesses, those who’d died long ago or the madwoman who’d left it only a few days before. She wandered around its perimeter. She’d never seen a place so well rooted to its site, not even Ara’s Landing itself. It was ancient; it felt older than the oldest temples of Anamat city itself, but she had no way of being sure of its age. She wondered if the place was recorded at her guildhall. Surely it must be, but she’d never heard of it. Was this the place that Ara and Enat had fled to in the first generation of Theranis? Or had there been someon
