The Distant Temple

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The feast was a riot of wax and wine, a suffocatingly sweet smell of roasted boar and spiced honey that clung to the high vaulted ceilings of the Ashworth manor, a place where the air itself seemed to thicken with the weight of centuries and the silence of those who had passed through it before us. I stood in the corner, my fingers trembling slightly around the stem of my glass, watching my...

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