The Distant Temple

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2026-08-18 06:45:13 -

The cart rattles over the cobblestones, a sound like dry bones clicking together in the dark, and you grip the reins until your knuckles turn the color of old parchment. You are a maker of jars, of glass so thin it seems to vanish into the air, and you have carried the last of your wares into the village of Oakhaven for the festival of the Autumnal Moon. The villagers do not want glass anymore....

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