The Distant Temple

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The rain fell on the roof of the barracks with a rhythmic, mechanical precision. It drummed against the tin, a steady count of seconds ticking down toward the end of the shift. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of his cot, his boots laced tight, his hands resting on his knees. They were rough hands, mapped with the scars of labor and the calluses of command. He was the Chief Warden of the Northern...

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