The Distant Temple
The iron gate shuddered. It was not a sound of wind, but of a beast clearing its throat. I stood before the palace doors, my hands locked tight against my chest. The cold bit into my skin, but the heat inside me was a different thing entirely. It was a burning that started in the marrow and spread outward, consuming the quiet thoughts I had kept safe for years. I had come to offer a tribute. I...
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