The Distant Temple
He woke in the dark. The cell was cold. Stone bit into his cheek. He was a guard. He knew his rank. He knew his duty. He did not know the year. He did not know the war. He only knew the weight of the chain. The chain was iron. It was warm. It hummed. It was not metal. It was a name. It was a vow. It was the word *Oath*. The word was carved into his skin. It pulsed with the beat of his heart. He...
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