The Distant Temple

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The feast was a riot of gold leaf and burnt sugar, a sensory assault that coated the tongue in sweetness so thick it felt like swallowing molten wax. I sat at the high table of the Hall of Whispers, the air heavy with the scent of roasting lamb and the metallic tang of old iron. My brother, Julian, sat across from me, his face illuminated by the flickering torches, his eyes bright with a...

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