The Distant Temple

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2026-08-18 21:06:46 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, grey curtain that smelled of wet chalk and old iron. You stood in the center of the square, your hands slick with mud and blood that was not yours, watching the man across from you dissolve into the fog. He was not a ghost, not yet, but a figure of terrible authority, a magistrate who had signed the orders for the eviction of the...

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