The Distant Temple

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2026-08-18 12:16:25 -

The road is long. The dust is dry. You walk. You carry nothing. Only the weight of your name. You are a warrior. Or you were. Now you are just a man with a scar on his jaw and eyes that have seen too much smoke. You walk toward the capital. The air tastes of iron and old rain. You do not look back. There is no one to look back at. The city rises like a bone. White stone. Cold spires. It does...

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