The Distant Temple

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The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world until the distinction between the earth and the sky dissolved into a singular, weeping void. I stood at the center of the Great Hall of the Dominion, the air thick with the scent of wet wool, old stone, and the metallic tang of fear that permeated the corridors of power. My dress, once...

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