The Distant Temple

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2026-08-17 18:19:21 -

The mill wheel stops. You feel the vibration cease in your teeth. The river keeps flowing. You are not supposed to be here. The fog is thick. It tastes of rust and old paper. Your boots are wet. Your name is Elias Thorne. You are a man who left. You left the city of glass and steam. You left the law. You left her. Her name is Sarah. You do not look back. Looking back is a sin of the body. You...

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