The Distant Temple

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2026-08-17 14:49:16 -

The rain tasted of rust and old iron. It fell in sheets, blurring the horizon into a grey smear. Elias pulled his coat tighter. The mud sucked at his boots with a wet, sucking sound. He had left the post behind. The gates were locked. The lights were off. He was alone. The jar was in his pack. It knocked against his spine with every step. A soft, dull thud. He carried it like a stone. Like a...

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