The Distant Temple
The sky cracked open above the ridge. It did not thunder. It screamed. A sound like tearing metal, high and thin, that vibrated in the teeth and shattered the silence of the valley. You stood on the precipice, your boots gripping the wet granite. You were a man of protocol, of order, of the clean lines of the uniform you had worn for thirty years. But now the uniform was gone. Only the iron...
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