The Distant Temple

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2026-08-17 14:11:14 -

The rain hit the windowpane. It sounded like knuckles. You were wet. You were tired. The lantern flickered. You stood in the corner. The room was small. Stone walls. No door. Just the window. And the table. And the chair. He sat there. Lord Ashworth. He held a glass. Amber liquid. He looked at you. He smiled. It was not a kind smile. It was a thin thing. A cut. "You are here," he said. "Yes."...

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