The Distant Temple

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2026-08-19 17:19:54 -

The rain on the slate roof of the guardhouse was not a sound but a weight, a constant, grinding pressure that seemed to press the air out of the room. Elias sat in the corner, his back against the cold stone, watching the water drip from the eaves into the mud below. He was a man of few words, his face a landscape of scars and silence, carved by years of service to a kingdom that no longer...

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