The Distant Temple

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The departure was not a dramatic severing, but a quiet exhale, like the last breath of a dying fire in a stone hearth. Father Aldric stood by the heavy oak door of the monastery’s scriptorium, watching the morning mist curl through the valley below. He held a small, worn leather satchel against his chest, the only possession he had kept from his years of service. The air was cold, biting at his...

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