The Distant Temple

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2026-08-18 15:13:02 -

The frost bit deep into the iron. Sergeant Elias Thorne knelt in the mud. His knees screamed. The cold was a living thing. It moved through his boots. It climbed his shins. It coiled around his heart. He held the pike. The wood was slick with ice. The steel tip trembled. Not from fear. From exhaustion. His lungs burned. Each breath tasted of iron and blood. The enemy was close. Too close. He...

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