The Distant Temple
The city of Aethelgard did not sleep, for it had long since ceased to be a place where sleep was possible, but rather a vast, breathing organism of stone and light that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic hunger which consumed the hours and the memories of those who dwelt within its walls, a place where the very air tasted of ozone and old iron, and where the shadows stretched not merely from objects...
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