The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 04:03:04 -

The air in the rotunda of the City Hall was thick with the scent of damp wool and expensive cologne, a suffocating blend that clung to the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat. He stood at the periphery of the banquet, a solitary figure amidst the swirling tide of silk and satin, his uniform crisp and unyielding against the soft, chaotic fabric of the city’s elite. The chandeliers above cast...

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