The Distant Temple

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2026-08-18 05:06:15 -

The iron in your hand is warm from the forge, and the air tastes of woodsmoke and wet stone. You are not a knight, though the villagers say you are. You are the keeper of the gate, the one who holds the line when the mist rolls in from the moor. The mist is not merely weather. It is a presence. It has weight. It has intent. And it is hungry. You stand before the high door of the Hall, the...

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