The Distant Temple

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2026-08-17 09:59:48 -

The wool was itchy. It always was. Captain Elias Thorne sat on the edge of his cot, the heavy grey tunic draped over his shoulders like a second skin that had grown teeth. It was a garment of the old guard, a relic from the time when the walls of the fortress were merely stone and the wind merely air, before the Rot started to whisper in the cracks. He ran his thumb over the collar, the fabric...

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