The Distant Temple
You are waking up in a place that smells of wet wool and old copper. The air is thick, heavy with a dampness that seeps into your bones, a chill that feels less like temperature and more like judgment. You do not know how long you have been here, but the light is a pale, sickly yellow, filtering through slits in walls made of stone so ancient it seems to have grown out of the earth itself. You...
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