The Distant Temple

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The air in the Foundry was thick with the scent of hot iron and old sweat. It was a cathedral of soot, where the light from the high windows fell in dusty, godless shafts. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the floor, his hands clasped behind his back. He was a small man, bent by years of hunching over drafting tables, yet he held himself with a rigid, terrifying stillness. Around him, the...

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