The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 09:09:04 -

The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, blurring the boundary between the mud of the road and the sky above. I sat huddled beneath the eaves of the stone bridge, my cloak soaked through to the bone, watching a stranger approach from the mist. He was old, his face a map of deep creases, walking with a cane that tapped a steady, mocking rhythm against the wet cobblestones. He did not look...

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