The Distant Temple

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The feast was loud. It was a wall of noise and smoke. We ate until our bellies hurt. The ale was thick. It tasted of iron and yeast. I sat in the corner. I watched the candles burn down. They melted fast. The wax pooled on the table. It looked like tears. But it was just wax. I am Thomas. I was a guard. I held the gate. I held the line. I did not hold the city. I held a stone. A single, grey...

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