The Distant Temple

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The iron key was cold in my hand, a sliver of frost that had not melted even after the sun had climbed high over the courtyard, and it sat in the palm of my gauntleted fist like a promise that had been broken before it was ever made. I stood before the heavy oak door of the Great Hall, the timber swollen with the dampness of the autumn air, and I could feel the weight of the silence pressing...

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