The Distant Temple

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The iron gate slams shut. The sound is a finality. It is a heavy, wet thud against the silence. You are inside. The walls are brick. The air is stale. It tastes of rust and old sweat. You look down at your hands. They are clean. They have been clean for three days. You are a soldier. You are a tool. The tool is broken. The object sits on the table. It is a lantern. Brass. Dented. The glass is...

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