The Distant Temple
The firelight in the great hall of Ashworth Manor did not flicker; it burned with a steady, suffocating orange intensity that seemed to eat the shadows rather than banish them, casting the faces of our guests into a tableau of waxen stillness and hollowed eyes, a living monument to the peculiar sort of silence that falls when a house begins to rot from the inside out, and I stood there with a...
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