The Distant Temple
The air in the hall tasted of roasted pork and old stone. Captain Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long oak table. His armor was polished bright, reflecting the flicker of a hundred tallow candles. He did not eat. He stared at the plate before him. The meat was grey. The bread was dry. Around him, the men laughed. They were loud. Their voices slapped against the high vaulted ceiling. They...
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