The Distant Temple

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The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, washing the mud from the cobblestones of the courtyard. It was a gray morning, thick with the smell of wet wool and old stone. Thomas stood at the iron gate, his hand resting on the cold latch. He looked back once. The chapel was small, tucked behind the rectory, its roof sagging under the weight of centuries. Inside, his brother, Elias, was...

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