The Distant Temple

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2026-08-17 22:10:47 -

"Is it not true?" The voice cut through the stale air of the hall. It did not ask. It stated. You stood by the hearth. Your hands were folded. They were still. The fire had burned down to embers. They glowed with a dull, persistent red. You looked at the man. He was large. He wore velvet. The fabric was dark. It was stained with wine. "True, my lord," you said. Your voice was quiet. It carried...

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