The Distant Temple

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The wind did not howl so much as it screamed, a ragged, tearing sound that seemed to rip the very skin off the sky. Sergeant Elias Thorne hung by his fingers from the jagged lip of the obsidian cliff, his body swinging wildly in the gale, the cold biting into his exposed nerves with the intimacy of a lover’s kiss. Below him, the abyss yawned, a throat of black stone and swirling mist where the...

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